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yuichi-ro · 2 years

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cw: fem!Reader, reader is slightly shorter than Kurono, sfw wc: 1.9k

─Happy birthday to the 2d soulmate and my irl soulmate’s twin ♡

Looking down his nose, his eye's narrowed in their average serpentine manner like they always did.

"And it's paid for?"

Though you sighed it didn’t stop you from smiling even if his first response was to be difficult as always. So with robust gusto you puffed your chest out with triumph because this plan was air tight even by his standards, "Yep, courtesy of my paid sick time even. You get paid today and I have it all planned."

Kurono didn’t let up on his judgmental squint. After all he had just literally opened his bedroom door to see you standing outside it ready to burst for lord knew what exact reason. And he hadn’t even made it over the threshold of his own room before you sprung this on him, “....so, why, exactly?”

“Because it’s your birthday!” You explained far too chipper for this early in the morning.

He leaned to the side to look past you into the empty apartment. Causing you to frown a little and Kurono noticed you dip in morale at his odder than normal stare, “It is, yes. But again, why?”

Glancing over your shoulder towards the apartment’s empty kitchen you then looked back at him with a returning confused scowl, “Because it’s your birthday and I want it to be special. Have you literally ever done anything for your birthday?”

His mostly hair covered brows knitted together in what was only a brief dive in his memories just for Kurono to turn up with another complacent shrug, “No. I work.”

“Ok but-” You were grabbing at anything to get him riled up like you were, “How about before Haijima. It’s not like you hatched from an egg in the middle of the street or something.”

Kurono’s face remained unmoving without an ounce of denying or affirming your statement.

“Never mind never mind-” You waved your hands briskly in front of you to discontinue that thought entirely. Once more proudly puffing out your chest and clearing your throat, “Yuichiro Kurono, I have prepared a packed day to celebrate your birthday.” Extending your hand out you offered it to him with a smile, “Will you allow me to celebrate your birthday with you?”

Warmth of his yellow and orange irises turning into tiny little slits once more as he squinted at you. Kurono was unbudging even after you offered your hand, “...is it expensive?”

Quickly you shook your head and jutted your open palm up towards him again with insistence and excitement, “I paid for it all.”

“But...why exactly?”

“I swear to god Yuichiro-” You grabbed his hand and yanked the suited man towards you, “It’s your birthday, let me make it special for you since we live together.”

He looked down at your hand grasping his. He wouldn’t have to make breakfast this morning. Wouldn’t need to pack his lunch for his too short of a lunchbreak. No need to stand on public transport to and from Haijima. Wouldn’t need to clock in for an entire day but he’d get a paycheck for it? While not having to spend a cent all day long? All while getting drug around the unknown by you? Kurono couldn’t fathom a better way to spend his birthday. And certainly never found the words all day either to tell you how this might be his best birthday yet.

Every detail of every second of the day was filled. While also being explained as you went. Ok well more like you explained it all to him in gibberish over breakfast at one of his favorite restaurant. One you both frequented together on the weekends so when you sprung that as the first stop on the birthday tour, he couldn’t help but be a little tickled with it. Even if he sipped his coffee as deadpan as any other day.

Over his favorite meal of overly saturated pancakes with three pads of butter and the addition of his favorite omurice he said he couldn’t finish but used his pancake to wipe up the last bit of ketchup. Kurono listened intently as you told him about the bookstore trip that was a subway ride away that had an extensive kids book collection, followed up the lunch spot you’d both eaten at before and had some of his favorite curry that they always cooked way past squishy every time, to then go to a movie he was surprised you recalled him wanting to see and a stop by the store he always wanted to get his button down shirts from but never did. All to be finished off with a dinner reservation that a bunch of people had talked about in the breakroom but Kurono never thought about actually eating at.

And like you had promised he didn’t have to think, pay or plan for anything.

At the bookstore he found an enormous encyclopedia of nursery rhythms that you snatched up to buy after watching him sit for almost an hour scouring through it. Even insisting the cashier gift wrap it when they asked if it was a present. Kurono was about to deny a birthday to save the cringe of being told happy birthday as an adult but you covered him and said it was for someone special. To which the cashier dropped it and Kurono let out a little held in breath. Only looking over at you to see you wink at him and thank the cashier when you both left.

Lunch was just as good there as he remembered when you went a few months ago. In fact he asked if you’d asked them to cook the curry longer than normal because it was perfect. Still you shrugged nonchalantly and insisted maybe they just knew it was his birthday. Never giving him a straight answer. But also not sure where he was putting it all after the breakfast you’d both had. Didn’t matter though because once again Kurono was content and full without realizing the day wasn’t even over yet.

The clothing store, that you once again bought the thing’s he was looking at. Even paying for them beforehand so he could wear the nicely pressed button down to the movies. Perfection even following to the theater when you got a seat exactly where he liked. No one around you both. Kurono finding himself stealing glances at you every so often throughout the movie. He didn’t know why. But as dinner came onto the agenda he just couldn’t stop looking at you.

Thankfully you never noticed.

Dinner at a place you needed a reservation at felt as fancy as it was. Kurono indulged his palette once more with an amazing meal. In a shirt he didn’t buy but looked unreasonably good on him when it wasn’t wrinkled. And as he sat quietly eating his dinner like he’d mostly been silent throughout the day. He noticed upon the dozen or so glances your way that something seemed off.

It wasn’t until the two of you returned to the apartment did something feel off. Kurono off load his clothing as well as the still neatly wrapped book. Looking back to see you’d gone to the kitchen without a word. After he’d set his things down the man followed you to see you frowning. All he could do was return you look with a somewhat slight frown of his own.

“...did you have fun today?” You asked almost tentatively.

“What?” Kurono scowled over at you, “What kind of question is that?”

“You just-” It was difficult to word and it showed on your face until the words made their way forward, “You were quiet. More than normal. I just- I wanted to make your birthday special.” You broke a little bit of a self deprecating smile and looked over at him, “I realize now you probably didn’t want a day where I drug you around the Tokyo Empire and just asked what you wanted to do.”

Kurono took a step forward. Closing the little bit of a gap there was between the two of you. He did look so good in his new shirt. That you were thankful he got at least.

“You didn’t ask me what I wanted to do for my birthday.” Kurono bluntly said.

Groaning you drug your palms down your face shaking your head with your stupid move of todays plan, “God damn it, it was too much, wasn’t it? I’m so sorry Yuichiro I just- I wanted to make up for something I guess and-”

“And all I wanted to do for my birthday,” Kurono rudely interrupted you. Forcing you to shut up and look over at him surprised, “All I wanted, was to spend it with you.” He shifted a little on his feet looking down at them without much of a trace of emotion on his face or in his words, “We could have done that at work or out like we did or...even just here at home.” Kurono finally looked up at you with the most relaxed you’d seen his face all day as he took a moment to stare at you longer than he had all day long, “...With you is all I really cared about.”

Fighting the twitch of a smile on your lips you did so by offering your hand out to him like you had early this morning before everything happened. And like before Kurono scrutinized your gesture with a glare. But this time he laid his pale hand in your palm and watched as you spread your fingers between his and laced them all together.

Stepping to him you lightly slung your arm around his shoulders. Kurono taking the very brash hint to put his other arm around your waist. The two of you looking at one another as you smiled enough for the both of you.

“There’s no music.” Kurono parted the obvious fact onto you.

“I could sing you happy birthday?” You offered with a shit eating grin plastered on your face paired with a cocked eyebrow.

“Please don’t.”

Leaning into him to rest your cheek against his shoulder the two of you began slow dancing in the middle of the kitchen. The click of his work shoes in the small apartment. Your bare feet keeping out from under his steps as you lead. Both of you lazily following the ingrained steps of a mock waltzs as Kurono rested his cheek against the top of your head. Lost for a moment as the quiet alone time presented itself as the best gift you could have given him.

“Yuichiro-” You mumbled against his shirt as you squeezed his arm and stepped forward with the rotation of the dance.

“Yeah?” Kurono said softly above you.

“Happy birthday.”

He realized for the first time today he couldn’t see you. Kurono looking out at the rest of the kitchen where you both spent so much time together. And after an entire day together he still couldn’t have felt more content to be anywhere else. Unable to see you he let the faintest smile curl at the corner of his cheek. Kurono squeezed your hand and tightened his arm around your waist ever so slightly to hold you that much closer to him.

“Thank you...for my new favorite birthday.”

#happy birthday to my hubby <3333 #fire force #fire force kurono #fire force x reader #fire force x you #enen no shouboutai #en en no shobotai #en en no shōbōtai #enn enn no shouboutai #enn enn no shouboutai x reader #enen no shouboutai x reader #en en no shouboutai x reader #kurono #kurono yuichiro #yuichiro kurono #kurono x reader #kurono yuichiro x reader

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camscendants · 4 years

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A bit late but I drew cam for his birthday. I drew the same one as last year cause I didn’t love how that turned out.

Miss you cam.

#i made pancakes for like breakfast/ lunch cause he always had pancakes on his birthday #then i made a cake after dinner #wait i didnt eat dinner #oh well #so yeah besides that #i cried #looked at pictures #cried some more #listened to music that makes me think of him #aaand cried #disney descendants #descendants #disney descendants 2 #descendants 2 #descendants 3 #disney descendants 3 #cameron boyce #drawing #drawing improvement

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bokuroskitten · 2 years

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oh L I should’ve asked what bokuroo + y/n do for kuroo’s birthday!! I missed my chance

Nah I’m slipping this in cause it’s just too cute for real. I’ve dreamed about it anyway so I can share my thoughts 🥰😩

Putting a cut cause it’s long but uh— this has sfw and nsfw stuff

SFW:

So y’all know kuroo is always the first one awake. But today? Bokuto makes 100% sure that he’s up first, even if that means waking up at 5 to beat kuroo. (He knows you won’t be able too💀)

Bokuto starts making pancakes and bacon, cause kuroo deserves a special breakfast on his special day

It’s the sound of Bokuto’s cursing from the kitchen and the smell of slightly burnt bacon that has kuroo stirring in bed

Rather than rushing to his boyfriends aid tho he takes the opportunity to cuddle you, because you’re just so cute in the morning

Holds you and kisses you until your stirring, eyes slowly blinking open.

As soon as you see his stupid little grin you giggle, soft and sleepy. “Happy birthday tetsu…”

Finally he heads into the kitchen to get his fair share of love and affection from Bokuto (who’s pouting because the bacon is a little too crispy for his liking)

“Smells so good out here my handsome man~” kuroo is standing behind bokuto, pressing kisses into his cheek despite the way Bokuto is trying to perfectly plate Kuroo’s birthday pancakes. “Hmph, next year I won’t over cook the bacon babe.”

You drag yourself outta bed to eat breakfast with them, and y’all decide to eat on the couch just so you can all stay snuggled up for a little while longer.

Y’all made sure you all had the day off so you could spend time together. Y’all take your sweet time detangling off the couch to get ready, and then you head off for a nice walk. It’s a bit chilly outside so you guys bundle up and all hold hands while you walk through a near by park.

You buy lunch despite Kuroo’s whining

“It’s your birthday, you’re not paying.” “But we share a bank account kitty lemme just—“ “No tetsuro, beat it.”

The biggest surprise of the day is that Bokuto convinced his couch to let y’all use the gym for an hour, and kuroo was thrilled. He missed playing volleyball, and what more could he want on his birthday than to mess around with his favourite man, feeling the volleyball slap against his palm again and to have you cheering them on from the side.

When y’all get home, you order take out because y’all just wanna snuggle up again, craving each other’s touch.

Y’all play some dumb sci-fi’s. You know the old cheesy ones, like ET? Cause kuroo loves those. You watch about two or three, staying wrapped in each other’s embrace.

It’s Bokuto that drags y’all to the bedroom… cause Kuroo’s hand has been massaging his thigh for the past 15 minutes and he’s restless.

NSFW:

Kuroo can’t help it, he gets very flustered when all the attention is on him

Like nervous giggling, cheeks flushed bright pink, eyes downcast and lip bitten swollen.

And it’s so fucking cute

You’re running your fingers through his hair, whispering about how pretty he loves while Bokuto sits between his thighs, sucks him off like his life depends on it.

When he starts to cup Kuroo’s balls, and you bring a hand along his bare chest to tweak at his nipples it’s game over. He’s coming so good, moans loud and bubbling from his chest.

Bokuto and you are huge on praise, telling him how good he’s being and how he deserves all the pleasure <3

So Kuroo’s on his side, and you’re laying in front of him, pressing sweet kisses to his lips, reminding him how good he is, massaging his throbbing cock, and bokuto his pounding into him from behind 🤤🤤

Holds Kuroo’s trembling leg up by the knee and fucks into him nice and deep, doesn’t stop until kuroo is babbling nonsense into your mouth and making a mess of your hand 💖💖💖

When kuroo is spent yall clean him up, and the night is spent all cuddled— no clothes of course cause it’s always better to feel skin to skin after such a good day <3

#HSJVWHA #yea the perfect day <3 #happy brithday tetsu #haikyuu #haikyuu!!#kuroo tetsuro headcanons #bokuto koutaro #kuroo tersurou #kuroo smut #bokuto smut #bokuroo #bokuroo smut #bokuroo x reader #kuroo x you #bokuto x you

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wasithard · 4 years

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Percy wakes up on his seventeenth birthday in his own bed.

One year ago today, he’d woken up in a room at the Plaza Hotel from a vision of the Titan Lord Kronos planning his attack on Manhattan. One year ago today, he’d woken up in the middle of a war – and that’s not even the most recent war he’s fought.

Percy wakes up on his seventeenth birthday and immediately goes back to sleep.

His day goes like this: waking again to blue pancakes and waffles and eating them with his mom and Paul. Having a picnic lunch with Annabeth and Grover in Central Park, then driving with them to camp for dinner and a bonfire with their friends. Roasting marshmallows and singing songs and kissing Annabeth by the fire. Getting too lost in the way the firelight tinges her grey eyes red to notice the rest of the campers gathering around them before they pick them up and throw them in the lake, just like last year. Sitting around the dying embers of the fire, remembering the friends they lost in the war that ended one year ago today, the heavy silence of that moment burying itself in the middle of his chest, sitting there like a weight. Going to bed in his cabin, Tyson snoring in the bunk above him, wishing the love he’d felt from his friends that day would be enough to silence the voices in his head yelling it should’ve been me.

Percy wakes up on his nineteenth birthday, three years after the war.

He wakes up and wonders if he’ll ever stop thinking of it as the anniversary of the war instead of a celebration for another year he’s lived, or another year he’s spent with Annabeth.

Annabeth, who’s living on campus in the city they almost gave their lives defending three years ago now and comes over for breakfast that morning with Sally and Paul. He’s sitting at the table with them all, laughing and grateful to have them, but wondering if he should be worried that it’s been three years and he still wakes up on August 18th with a tightness in his chest at the thought of getting another year older than his friends who will never see another day. He knows they’re in Elysium. The thought should bring him peace.

Breakfast trickles into the afternoon and he and Annabeth go for a walk in Central Park before driving up to Camp. On the way there, Percy takes a detour to a small beach he’d scouted out a few weeks before and surprises his girlfriend with a picnic on the sand. He helps her build a sandcastle that’s almost taller than he is, holding the waves back so that they can use the hard, wet sand near the shoreline to make their castle stronger.

By the time they get to Camp they both smell of salt and seaweed and his spirits are high. It makes it worse, somehow, when they have their annual memorial to those they lost three years ago that he’s had such a nice day so far. Annabeth notices his change in mood, presses a kiss to his shoulder as she entwines their fingers.

After the campers start to trickle off to bed, Chiron catches his eye and Percy follows him to the Big House. They are sitting on the balcony, crickets chirping around them and a glass of cool blue Coke in Percy’s hand when Chiron fixes him with a stare that has seen countless tragedies and asks him if he still blames himself for being alive.

It’s jarring to hear someone so bluntly say out loud the thoughts he hasn’t dared to speak for so long. He swallows, can’t bring himself to hold Chiron’s gaze so flicks his eyes down to his feet instead, the only part of his body that doesn’t feel like it’s shaking. His fingers clench around the clear glass in his hand and he watches beads of water slide down the outside of it. Chiron doesn’t speak, but the silence is heavy and Percy feels like it’ll suffocate him if he doesn’t break it.

“I don’t– ” he clears his throat. It sounds too thick. “I don’t blame myself.”

He takes a sip of his Coke, swallowing it completely. “I don’t blame myself. I just don’t understand…”

He doesn’t want to finish the sentence, doesn’t want to say the words, I don’t understand why it wasn’t me, but when his eyes meet Chiron’s again he knows the centaur understands. How many other heroes has he seen feel the same way? Does he feel the same way?

“Percy,” Chiron says, his voice steady and deep with thousands of years of wisdom and loss and hope. “You help no one by holding on to guilt that isn’t yours.”

Percy exhales roughly, running a hand through his hair. In his head, he understands this. He just doesn’t believe it. If he had been a little bit better, in any sense of the word: faster, stronger, smarter. Maybe Charles wouldn’t have gotten caught in the engine room of the Princess Andromeda. Maybe Michael wouldn’t have been caught in the earthquake Percy had caused on the Williamsburg Bridge. Maybe Clarisse could have been convinced to fight in the war earlier, so Silena wouldn’t have had to impersonate her.

“Percy.” Chiron repeats, voice firmer. “You might be a hero, but you are also a person. And all a person can ever do is their best.”

Percy closes his eyes, bows his head. Chiron continues speaking. “The gods have done wonderful things, but they have also made many, many mistakes. More and far more devastating mistakes than the ones you have made in your short life. The benefit and curse of immortality is seeing how the actions of a moment can fade over time. How they can be made up for when a similar situation arises in the future. How it is not one’s past that defines them, but how they learn from it.”

Percy doesn’t want to look up at Chiron now, because there are tears in his eyes and it’s embarrassing, frankly. But he owes it to him.

He looks up. Chiron’s gaze is as steady as before, and Percy exhales one more time, releasing air all the way down to his belly. One tear slips down the side of his face and stops at his upper lip. He licks it away, using a hand to wipe his eyes as he turns his face to the now quiet camp. He can see the volleyball court, the rock climbing wall, the smoking embers of the campfire and the beginning of the circle of cabins. He sees his home: safe, intact. Filled with his friends, the survivors. He breathes it in.

“Thanks, Chiron.” He says, turning back to the centaur who gives him a soft, understanding smile in return.

Percy finishes off his drink and leaves the empty glass on the same wooden table he saw Chiron and Dionysus playing pinochle at when he first arrived at Camp, all those years ago. He stands up, wishes Chiron goodnight and starts walking back to the cabins.

Cabin 3 stands there: dark, alone and familiar. He feels tiredness tug at his eyelids and muscles but inside he still feels too wired to lay down just yet. He heads for the beach.

Annabeth is already there. Her legs are bent in front of her, arms tucked underneath them and chin resting on her knees. He sits silently beside her and they stay there, no sound between them except the gentle crash of the waves on the shore. After a few minutes she leans her head against his shoulder and he rests his atop hers, closes his eyes.

“Do you remember when we were in the Sea of Monsters and I wanted to hear the Sirens?” Annabeth asks, voice quiet. “I would’ve killed myself on those rocks swimming to their island but you dove into the ocean and pulled me out of their range, even though I was kicking and screaming at you to stop. We were thirteen.

“And remember in Mount St. Helen’s? I know you didn’t have a plan, but you made me get out anyway. You made sure that I was safe before even thinking about how you would survive.”

He feels her weight leave his shoulder then, glances over to see her sitting up and turning towards him, crossing her legs under her. The light of the full moon washes her in an ethereal glow, and her eyes are gleaming wide and bright as they lock onto his, pinning him in place. Annabeth is always beautiful, but when she’s determined – whether in battle or in convincing her boyfriend that he doesn’t deserve the pain he inflicts on himself – she has a face that could launch a thousand ships.

“And in Rome,” she says, her voice catching. “You wouldn’t let me face Tartarus unless we could face it together. I don’t know how many times you saved my life down there…” Percy sees her eyes begin to well with tears. “When we were fighting the arai…” She closes her eyes as a few tears escape them. Percy reaches forward and wipes a few away with his thumb. She opens her eyes into his again and gives him a small smile.

“My point is,” she continues, her voice thick. “Being a demigod is a high risk life that none of us asked for. An occupational hazard of us just being alive is death by monster attack. This is the first thing we learn when we find out who we are. All the friends we’ve lost over the years…they knew that too.

“And that doesn’t mean that their deaths were ok or justified or that we can forget about them, but I think that shouldering the burden of their deaths is stopping you from remembering the beauty of their lives. And it’s stopping you from remembering all the people who haven’t died because of you. Every single person in this camp owes their life to you, either directly or indirectly. Yes, a lot of people died on this day three years ago, but even more people were saved, and you had more to do with the last thing than the first.”

Percy’s getting teary again, but he doesn’t feel embarrassed this time. Annabeth shuffles closer to him on the sand and grabs both of his hands, squeezing them tightly, bringing them up and pressing her lips against them. “Percy Jackson, you have the purest heart of anyone I have ever met. It’s glaringly obvious to anyone who knows you – except yourself, apparently. I will spend the rest of my life trying to help you see it, but until then you’re just gonna have to trust me.”

Her face changes. It goes from open and pleading to playful, one eyebrow raised and a challenge in her eyes that makes his heart skip a beat, even when the rest of his system is in emotional overwhelm.

“Do you trust me, Percy?” Annabeth asks him.

He lets out a laugh, shaky from tears, and nods, “Yes, Annabeth. I trust you with my life.”

She beams at him, sitting up on her knees to bring her face closer to his, until it’s close enough that he can feel the warmth of her breath as she speaks, her eyes still locked onto his. “Then believe me when I tell you that you deserve forgiveness. And you need to give it to yourself.”

It’s too much. Percy swallows, jaw clenched and glances down. Annabeth releases one of his hands and grabs his chin, not letting him get away that easily.

“You. Deserve. Forgiveness. More than anyone in this world.”

He’s searching her eyes, frantically almost. It feels too easy. There has to be a catch.

“Ok?” Annabeth prompts, her voice still soft but firm, uncompromising.

He opens his mouth to speak but any words get caught in the knot at the base of his throat. Tears are leaking down his face and he can’t. He can’t. It can’t be that easy. It shouldn’t be.

Annabeth exhales, removing her hand from his chin and instead running it through his hair, stopping at the back of his head and bringing it forward until their foreheads touch. She doesn’t say anything else, just sits there with him.

With him, while he closes his eyes and thinks about the Minotaur choking his mom when he was twelve. Thinks about imaging Tyson drowning in the Sea of Monsters when he was thirteen. Thinks about losing Bianca di Angelo and Zoe Nightshade later that same year. He thinks about the campers that fell in the Battle of the Labyrinth whose names he didn’t know, and the campers that fell in the Battle of Manhattan whose names he made sure he did. He thinks of a Titan and a Giant at the Doors of Death, sacrificing themselves so that he and Annabeth could get to safety.

Percy sits on a beach at nineteen years old and thinks of all the death he’s seen in such a short time, all the death that’s been haunting him for years.

A cool breeze passes by him, coming from the water. As it brushes his skin, he comes back to the warmth of his best friend’s forehead pressed against his, her hands: one clutching his, the other tangled in his hair. He feels her soft exhale of breath and thinks about how she is alive, here, with him. Against all odds. He thinks of the campers asleep in the cabins just metres away: alive, here, with him. He thinks of his mom and Paul and Rachel, his friends from Camp Jupiter, all the people he cares about who are alive, here, with him. He thinks about the fact that they outnumber the dead, and realises he’s never really thought about that before.

Percy lifts his head and looks at Annabeth. She cups one side of his face with her hand, eyes still trained on his intently.

“I love you.” He says. “I’m so happy you’re alive.”

Her smile is small and bittersweet, her eyes wide grey pools of understanding.

“Me too,” is all she says.

It is enough.

#i woke up yesterday not expecting to create original content for percy's birthday and instead #here is the longest coherent thing ive ever written #percy jackson #pjo #percabeth #idk what's happening with the form at the beginning #and no estelle is not valid in my universe sorry #its 1:19am i have no business being up so late for this but its percy......i love him #ok bye #hi i wrote a thing #tw death

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hwrryscherry · 3 years

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The one where Y/N slides through Harry's DM

May 12th, 2017

You'd be extremaly excited about Harry Styles 1st album releasing today. Of course you were a fan of One Direction and was sad about their split, but also knew that this is a new era for all of them and wanted to see what they are going to share with the world from their own personal perspective. And the fact that it was your 20th birthday today just made the entire day a lot more exciting.

When you woke up today at 8am on your newly bought Manhattan apartment opening your tired eyes after a game night with your best friends -whose some came all the way up of Los Angeles- untill 2am, there were passing clounds in the sky, looking like it was going to rain a little bit. You absolutly love rain, and this is one of the things you love about NYC. The weather in here is so different from your home country but it maked you feel so great.

You felt the heavy white blankets over your thin half-naked figure as you slept with only a oversized shirt and underwear on as you shifted in bed to grab your phone that was setted by the nightstand. You put your messy morning hair away from your face as you unlocked your phone to see a lot of birthday posts and messages notifications from fans, family and friends. You went to instagram first and had your heart meltead by your fans posts. You always feel grateful whenever this day comes, of course you feel grateful everyday but the feeling gets bigger on this day. It's a date that you can reflect on what happend on the past year of your life and how much you grew and learned. This year is totally different from last one. Last year on you 19th birthday you had a boyfriend that you absolutly loved, but time passed and you two grew apart from each other. Gladly, you both ended in very good terms.

You tried to like, repost and comment on the majority of posts you saw but there were so many that you just couldn't. Right after, you stand up from your cozy and warm bed regretting it fully but hungry as hell.

Leaving your bedroom, you walked all your way through the living room to your dream kitchen. It had a beautiful and big white counter that allowed you to try big and crazy recipes whenever you were into it. You stare to your kitchen for a little time before deciding you would make yourself your marvelous pancakes, of course you have to follow a diet on your dailsy basis but today it's your day and you're allowed to eat whatever you want.

Growing up as a brazilian, your normal breakfast has always been more like a bread with butter or cereal, so you never actually had the tradition of eating pancakes on breakfast and that's the reason why you still have to look for the recipe you saved on your phone a few months ago. But as you go through your phone searching for it, you find yourself lost through Instagram feed. AGAIN. And that's when you see it. Harry posted the cover of his first album saying it was already out. You definitly had a moment, while you stand up of your counter in shock, almost screaming going to spotify as fast as you could almost letting your phone slip off your hand. You selected the album to play and put your middle lengh hair up with a hair tie in a ponytail while the melody of Meet me in the Hallway started.

You were surprised by the melody, I guess with Sign of the times, you believed that he was going more into the rock sound and not a very calm and clean vibe, but you loved it. It made you feel very calm and relaxed. And let's not even start talking about how heavenly his voice sounds, the lyrics, the instrumental, everything was marvelous.

As you listened to the songs that surprised you in a very different way, you decided to start your pancakes. You took a bowl stored in the upper frame on the right side of your kitchen that was right on top of the oven. You also picked up your other ingredients before putting them all on the counter. You are probably the person in the world who loves "Home Edit" the most, but you can't seem to keep it as organized as in your posts.

By the time you ended your pancakes, it still hasn't rained outside, there was still 3 more songs to be played, maybe 4. You put all your pancakes on your plate, grabbed your phone by the counter and left your kitchen walking in direction to the varanda of your apartment. You opened those bigs glass doors feeling the cold air sharp through your body as you walked outside sitting on the small couch there was by the corner of the balcony. You sat there while "Ever Since New York" was playing, making you, once more, feel nothing more than gratitude. Being there now, in this beautiful expensive apartment at 20, doing what you love for living and seeing this beautiful view of NYC while enjoying some good music is something to be grateful for. As you listen to Harry's albums you pay attention to the lyrics, feeling that all those words had a real meaning for him. He was expressing experiences he went through in his life, you're trying to absorve. Absorve good music, maybe learnings, you still don't know. You're 20, you're a young adult that even though it's extremally mature for you're age you still are trying to realize who you actually are and who you are trying to be. And then on the edge of your deep thoughts, Kiwi started. Bringing you to a completly shock state of how fricking good this song is, it carries an entire vibe with it. You have to admit it that of all songs, you danced with this one. It was just impossible to keep you sit down. And actually you think about who this song could be of because the girl he was talking about is a complete baddass, whose you'd probably love to be around.

And then there was Woman, who carried a whole different vibe. Woman seemed more like a more mature girl, probably someone he liked a lot and is probably extremally jelous of. And then From the Dining table, which is definitly one of your favorites. Actually, all of them is one of your favorites, you can't decide on one.

And when you're finished listening to the album and it's already on repeat. You go through your phone texts seeing a text from Bella, yes, Bella Hadid, your best friend.

B: Heyy, i saw you're awake.. Happy Birthday again baby🥰🥰 get ready because I wanna take you out through NYC, and then maybe a lunch?

Y/N: Morning!! Of course, but you have to give me some 2 hours 'cause I take a LOT of time to get ready🙃

B: LOL don't worry! It's all about you today, love you💗

You finish your conversation with Bella and goes back to wondering about the album. You loved it so much, in some way you felt connected which it's crazy, but you did.

You went back to Instagram and searched Harry's account going right into his DM. Of course there was nothing on it. You didn't know him and never spoke to him, but you loved the album so much and considers yourself kind of a fan so maybe it won't be too weird if you send him a text.

Y/N: Hey Harry! I just listened to your album and I have to say how much I loved it! You did such a good job and I'm sure it's going to be as succesfull as it should. I hope you have a nice day and congratulations again♡.

You sent it. You immediatly felt weird, maybe it was too casual and you don't even know him. What if he thinks you're a crazy stalker? But you probably will never see him personally so there's no problem.

And you go get ready to lunch with your friends. You have such a nice time visiting the places in NYC that none of you have ever been to, because even though you live here for a while now, NYC is such a big city. By the time you're already lunching with your friends you receive a notification from instagram. You could not believe it. Harry Styles fucking answered your dm! You thought he didn't even know who you are, and probably he doesn't, he's just a very kind person, right?

Harry Styles just followed you.

HS: Hello pretty! Thank you so much! I really appreciate that you liked the album as much as I did. Thank you for your kind wishes too, and happy birthday! Have a Nice day!.

You went crazy. Your friends got a little worried about what was the reason of your freaked out moment, probably just you fan girling over him. But the fact that he actually wished you a happy birthday and followed you melted the directioner inside of you. If only you knew that was just the first of the many interactions you would have.

#harry styles imagine #harry styles imagines #harry styles and y/n #HARRYxMODELY/N #hwrryscherry #harry x reader #harry and y/n #harry x you #harry styles x you #harry styles x reader #harry styles x y/n

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wikiangela-fanfics · 3 years

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“You being there was all I needed” - Buddie oneshot

Yep, it happened. Buddie sucked me in and now I’m writing about them hahaha

It’s my first fic about them, and I’m not necessarily happy with how it turned out, but at the same time I kinda like it XD Hopefully, any new ones I write about them will be better haha

2k words, most of it under the cut cause it seemed kinda long haha

Ao3 here

Enjoy ♥

(also, shoutout @oliverstarkkk for reading and liking it haha your response to this fic gave me enough confidence about it to actually post it ♥ hah)

***

He woke up hearing faint sounds of conversation from the kitchen. He immediately knew that Buck had to come over, since he was the only one who had a key. Then he heard his laughter, which only confirmed what Eddie thought. The only thing he was a little confused about was why Buck was there so early. And why didn’t he or Christopher wake him up.

He picked up his phone to check the time. It wasn’t even 9am yet. They had a day off after the 24-hour shift they’d just finished. How the hell did Buck get out of bed so early on his day off after a 24-hour shift and having spent the evening before with them?

Eddie stretched, putting his phone away. Then he sighed and got out of bed. He quietly made his way to the kitchen, where he saw Buck and Chris making breakfast. It immediately brought a smile to his face. Buck was so great with his son, and Chris loved Buck so much.

Eddie leaned against the door frame, watching Buck put another pancake on the pile on the plate, while Christopher was sitting with another plate in front of him, decorating a pancake with fruit and whipped cream that could be seen all over the table.

“What’s happening here?” Eddie asked, and both Chris and Buck looked at him, startled.

“Happy birthday, daddy!” Chris yelled, laughing. Eddie was a little surprised, as he kind of forgot about it. But in his defense, it was early.

“You were supposed to be asleep. We wanted to bring you breakfast to bed.” Buck said, trying not to smile.

“Sorry.” Eddie rolled his eyes with a chuckle. He walked towards the table, leaning down to leave a kiss on Chris’ head.

“Happy birthday, Eddie.” Buck said with a soft smile, handing him a plate with the pancake that Chris was preparing on it.

“Thank you both. You shouldn’t have.” he said, not able to take his eyes off of Buck, whose cheeks got a little pink.

“It was Christopher’s idea.” Buck shrugged. “Now, sit down and eat, Chris made them, I just fried.”

“Oh, really?” Eddie looked back at his son. “When did you learn how to cook?”

“Buck and abuela taught me.” Chris laughed. Eddie could listen to that laugh forever.

“Good. You can cook for me then.” Eddie smiled, taking a place at the table next to his son.

“Buck can cook for us.” was Christopher’s answer in such a tone, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. Eddie looked up and his eyes met Buck’s. “Right, Buck?”

“Of course, buddy.” Buck smiled, his eyes not leaving Eddie’s. A long moment passed, with them just exchanging a fond look, before Buck cleared his throat and turned away to start cleaning up after cooking. “So, what are you gonna do today?” he asked.

“Spend the day with you two.” Eddie shrugged. That’s honestly all he wanted to do for his birthday. He didn’t care what they were gonna do, he just wanted to be with Christopher and Buck. “But first would you sit down and eat breakfast with us?” he asked Buck, as Christopher grabbed a pancake and already started eating. “We’ll clean up later.”

“I will clean up.” Buck clarified, taking a place opposite Eddie. “It’s your birthday, you’re not doing a thing today.”

“Fine with me.” Eddie smiled widely. He observed as Buck took whipped cream and poured like half of the bottle onto his plate. Then he poured some straight into his mouth before noticing that Eddie was observing him, and blushing a bit.

“What?” Buck asked. Eddie just shook his head. He wasn’t going to say that he was staring because he thought Buck was adorable. And he was scared that if he opened his mouth, he would say just that.

“I want more whipped cream too!” Chris exclaimed, and Buck was happy to help.

Eddie just sat there, observing his two boys make an even bigger mess in the kitchen. Fortunately, he wasn’t the one who would be cleaning that.

***

They didn’t do much. They went to the park, played with Christopher on the playground. They got ice cream. They ate lunch. And then they went back to Eddie’s and watched a couple of movies. It was like their ordinary day off, but it was perfect. Eddie had fun and that’s really all he wanted for his birthday.

When it got late, Buck and Eddie put Christopher to bed together, per his request, and then Buck was about to leave. But despite spending the whole day together, Eddie did not want him to go. So he invited him for a beer.

They sat on the couch, drinking their beers in comfortable silence, until Eddie spoke up.

“Hey.” he said, and Buck turned his head to look at him. “Thank you.”

“What for?” Buck frowned with a little confused smile.

“For today.” Eddie shrugged, taking another sip of his beer.

“We literally did nothing special. It was what we always do.” Buck rolled his eyes.

“Well, you and Christopher were there, so it was pretty special.” Eddie said, not looking at Buck.

“Just wait for next year. I’ll plan something really special.”

“Like what?” Eddie asked with amusement, his gaze back on Buck.

“Don’t know yet. I have a year to figure something out. But it’s gonna be awesome.” Buck leaned his head back on the couch and looked at Eddie.

“I’ll hold you to it.” Eddie smirked, mirroring Buck’s position. So now they were just sitting there with their heads leaned on the back of the couch, staring at each other. “But seriously, today was great. You being there was all I needed. You and Chris.” he clarified and swallowed hard, hearing how it sounded. But the truth was, all he needed was his son and Buck. They were the two most important people in his life, which was kind of crazy because he’s known Buck for such a short amount of time… but as cheesy as it sounded, he believed they were soulmates. He just couldn’t imagine what his life would be like without Buck in it. And Buck was so great with Christopher, and they already acted like a family, and Eddie wondered… what if Buck feels the same? What if he wonders about them too? He never really dared to let himself think that far, but what the hell, it was his birthday and he could daydream a little. Even if Buck was right next to him.

“What?” Buck asked, when Eddie’s smile widened a bit. They kept looking into each other’s eyes, and at that point that wasn’t even weird anymore.

“I love you.” Eddie sighed, lost in Buck’s eyes, and just content to be there with him.

And then his brain caught up with his mouth, his eyes widened, and he started to panic. He raised his head and sat up straight, looking back at Buck with horor.

“You do?” Buck asked, and there was a hint of something in his voice… like hope? He blushed and seemed surprised and a bit nervous, but he didn’t move. He just kept looking at Eddie.

“Yeah.” Eddie breathed. He figured, if he’s already said it, he can’t just backtrack now.

“Okay.” Buck bit his lip, pouring a bit of his beer into his mouth, raising his head a bit to do that, then leaning it back again and looking up at the ceiling. “Good.”

Eddie was confused now. Buck looked confident now, and there was a hint of a smile on his face. “What?” it was Eddie’s turn to ask.

“I mean, I’m in love with you.” he said slowly, glancing at Eddie. “And apparently everyone could see it but you. And me, before I realized, with some help, to be honest, like-” he started rambling, and Eddie cut him off with a kiss. It was quick and rushed, and nervous, it was like testing the waters. “Or we can do that, instead of talking.” Buck nodded, as Eddie pulled away to look at him. “We can definitely do more of that.” he sat up to put his beer away, and then they were making out, more confidently now.

Eddie could not believe it was happening. He felt like he was floating. Buck was such a great kisser. And their hands started exploring each other’s bodies, and the kiss was getting more and more heated, with a lot of tongue and teeth, and moaning… God, Eddie loved to hear the small noises Buck made.

And then they heard a voice.

“Daddy?” Christopher said, and Eddie and Buck jumped off of each other and looked in the direction of the voice. Chris was standing there, looking at them with an unreadable expression.

“Hey, buddy, why aren’t you asleep?” Eddie tried to play it cool, but his voice was shaking and he was a little out of breath. He ran a hand through his disheveled hair and attempted a smile.

“I can’t sleep. Buck, can you read me another story?” he asked, and for a second Eddie thought maybe he somehow didn’t notice them making out. Which was not possible, but he could hope.

“Sure.” Buck said, sounding similar to Eddie. Eddie looked at him and saw his red face and flushed lips. He wanted to kiss him again. “Just give me a second and I’ll be right there, okay?”

“Okay.” Chris smiled and turned around. “Oh, by the way.” he added, before starting to walk back to his room. “I’m happy that you two are finally together.”

Eddie and Buck looked at each other in shock. Why the hell would Christopher say that? They were pretty obvious to everyone else, apparently, but a ten year old kid? Well, he might have been more perceptive than Eddie gave him credit for.

“I guess I have to go read him a story.” Buck said, still not moving.

“Yeah.” Eddie nodded. “I guess you do.” he took a deep breath, his eyes dropping down to Buck’s lips again. “And after you’re back, we will, uh, talk.” he said.

“Talk.” Buck repeated, sounding as if he has never heard that word before.

“Yeah, talk.” Eddie bit his lip, and Buck chuckled, leaving a quick lingering peck on Eddie’s lips.

“Sure. We’ll talk.” he got up. “I’ll be right back.”

And, well, after they made sure Christopher was really asleep this time, they sat down to talk. But it ended up with more making out, and promises that they surely will talk in the morning.

They fell asleep cuddled on the couch, still half sitting, and their backs were killing them the next morning. Eddie thought it was more than worth it. Because now he got to kiss Buck whenever he wanted, hold his hand, just do all the couple-y things he had wished he could do. And he could tell Buck he loves him, and that was just such a weight off his shoulders that he was carrying for most part of the past couple of years. And the best thing was, his son was completely fine, or even more than happy, than Buck and Eddie were together now.

***

“Hey, you know what?” Eddie asked a couple of days later, as they were cooking dinner together (well, Buck was cooking, Eddie was tasked with chopping the vegetables).

“What?” Buck asked, stirring in the pot.

“We got together on my birthday.” Eddie frowned.

“Yeah.” Buck looked back at him, an amused expression on his face. “So what? Are you scared that you’re only gonna get one gift from me?”

“No.” Eddie rolled his eyes. “But it’s not fair. Our anniversary should have its own day to celebrate it.”

“Anniversary? Wow, it’s only been a couple of days and you’re already a year ahead.” Buck teased, shaking his head. “How do you know it’s even gonna last?” he asked, but Eddie knew he was joking. They knew that what they had was special and they would fight to keep it.

“Oh, shut up.” Eddie chuckled. “I just mean…” he drifted off. What did he mean?

“I personally like that it’s on your birthday.” Buck walked over to him. “That way our anniversary is just all the more special, because my second favorite person in the world was born on this day.” he hugged Eddie, hiding his face in his neck.

“Second?” Eddie scoffed, trying to sound offended.

“I mean, I love you, but Chris will forever be my number one.” Buck said and Eddie felt a fond smile tugging on his lips. He loved that Buck loved Christopher so much.

“I love you.” Eddie said quietly, as Buck raised his head and left a quick kiss on Eddie’s lips.

“So you’re gonna let this anniversary thing go?” Buck raised his eyebrows. “We can’t just choose another day, that would be cheating.”

“Cheating?” Eddie frowned, a small laugh escaping his lips.

“I would feel bad celebrating on another day.” he walked back over to the stove. “It would be a fake anniversary. Besides, one day maybe we’ll have one on a different day.” he added more quietly, and even shyly. And Eddie’s heartbeat sped up. Was Buck suggesting… that one day he would want to marry him? “But that’s far, far in the future.” Buck added quickly, laughing nervously.

“Yeah.” Eddie breathed. They just got together, it was a long way to marriage. Although they were technically raising a kid together already… But Buck was right, that was way far in the future. That they will definitely have, because now that he had him, Eddie was not going to let go.

“You done with that?” Buck gestured to the half-chopped vegetables in front of Eddie, as if the conversation didn’t happen. But he was still a bit red in the face.

“No, give me a sec.” Eddie said, realizing that he was just standing there for the past few minutes, doing nothing.

There was no rush. They had time. And they had each other. He could not be happier.

#buddie #buddie fanfic #my writing #birthday #fluff #first kiss #buck and eddie #evan buckley #eddie diaz #christopher diaz #911 fanfic #love confessions #i'm so bad at tagging #I kinda like this one #but also it looked better in my head lol #my first buddie fic

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futurewriter2000 · 4 years

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The One

A/N: I think this is the perfect time for me to write this request.

REQUEST:Hi! Are your requests open? If they are can i request a james potter imagine where reader is very stressed over exams because she failed the last time so he gets worried over her etc. ? Thank you!

James hadn’t seen you this pale in his whole life knowing you. He knew you were stressed, you get easily anxious because of your extensive over-thinking, over-analyzing and over-worrying.

You told him two weeks before that you will be swamped with work. You told him to not be offended if you were not that around him. He understood, so seeing you a few times a week didn’t make him upset. He missed you but he knew you needed to concentrate on your exams, so he popped in ocassionally to check up on you.

He gently knocked on the door and opened them slowly. He peeked and saw you already looking at him with confused, red eyes. “James?” you asked, grabbing your glasses from the bed and putting them on.

You looked worse than he had thought. Your eyes sunk into the dark shadows around the, thin red veins in the white of them, reaching into the coloured iris. Your skin was pale and red, meaning you definetly scratched some of it subconsciously from the anxiety and stress. Your skin was pale. There was no colour on it, no shine, no smoothness. Your body was covered in oversized, comfortable clothing, your hair a definite mess.

Yet you smiled to his appearance with serenity and joy. Somehow, despite all the heaviness your eyes had hold, they still twinkled a bit at the sight of him, which made his stomach do all sorts of things.

He walked in with a tray and his imfamous cocky grin. “Evening my Love.” he closed the door behind with his foot. “I brought you some food.”

You felt something churn in your stomach but it sickened you at the sight. Your stomach was delicate when it came to a big amount of stress. You couldn’t control it. As much as you tried to avoid stress, it was always there and your stomach made sure that you know it.

You pulled down the sleeves of your sweater and simpered. “Uh- thanks but I’m really not that hungry.” you moved the books from one part of the bed to another, making some space for your boyfriend. “Sorry for the mess.” you appologised, your voice a bit raspy and weak.

James couldn’t bring himself to smile at this scene. He put the tray down in front of you; mashed potatoes, fried fish, greens and juice. There were pancakes with strawberries on the side. He looked at you worriedly. “You haven’t had a proper meal in days.” he glanced at your night stand, filled with water bottles, some empty, some half full. There were some half eaten cookies and a lot of wrapping papers.

You brought your knees to your chins, deciding to ignore what he had said and just look at him and smile. He was so handsome. He had a nice dark tone to his skin, dakr hair and his eyes beautifully outmatched his other features. His hair was always spiked up after a few days but when he washed them, they fell flat on his forehead. He always smelled so nicely, a cologne you had bought him for his birthday last year. He used it constantly but never ran out of it.

He knew what you were doing. You were adoring him with your eyes and he would just melt, as he did now. He felt a blush creep on his cheeks as your eyes kept wandering on his face, observing every cell of his body. He stood up and walked on the other side of the bed, scooting behind you and taking you into his arms.

You leaned back, feeling such comfort and safety as warmth washed over you. Your eyes closed at the wonderful feeling, tears unwillingly falling down your cheeks. “I’m so tired, James.”

He kissed the side of your head, eyes squeezing shut at the way you called his name. It wasn’t just a call, it was a plea and he felt like you were telling him to save you. He squeezed you tightly and burried his nose into the crook of your neck, his lips brushing against your skin, causing goosebumps to appear all over. You smelled just the same as you always did, after coconut. “I love you, (y/n).” he said softly, almost sorrowly. “But please eat something.” he continued but stopped as he had felt you breathe heavier in his arms.

He looked at you and found you sleeping in his embrace. Your eyes were shut, some traces of tender tears from the corner of your eyes to the corner of your lips. You inhaled strongly but exhaled slowly. It was as if you were suffocating on air.

He smiled as he saw you cling onto his left arm like a monkey, nuzzling your head into his shoulder and starting to pull light snores. Luckily, he could pull his wand with his dominant hand and remove all the books and the tray from your bed. He uncovered the sheets and covered both of you in it, scooting himself away and carefully tucking you, later himself as well, into the sheets. He scooped you into his embrace and pulled you close, his lips giving you gentle kisses on the back of your neck, your shoulder and your earlobe.

He saw a pleased little smile on your lips as he did but you were already fast asleep. He let his hands reach to yours, his fingers intertwining with yours as he kept tabs on your pulse.

He could feel it beating nicely but the pace was off. There would be a few fast heartbeats for five minutes or so, then a few slow ones for a longer period.

He knew how important this was to you. Everybody had final exams but you had a bit more since you had failed two important exams before. The professors decided to split those two exams into three parts each with addition of a few more works. It was unfair but it was how the system worked. You didn’t complain, only grabbed your books and disappeared among them.

In two weeks, you had changed completely. He didn’t see you in the mornings but when he did, you were too exhausted to see him. At first you put effort into your appearance but through every exam, you would just walk straight out of bed, take an exam, go back to your dorm, sleep a bit, study.

He hadn’t seen you do anything you love. He hadn’t seen you go out for a walk, hang out with your friends, go to Hogsmeade with him or anything that would take you away from these exams for just a moment, letting your brains relax. You speech had gotten confusing as well. You kept talking but lost concentration quickly. Your tongue would twist and the wrong words came out or no words at all.

You would drift away just as you did now. You withdrawn yourself into your den, surrounded by books, trying so hard to pass these exams but after each exam, he would see you grow weaker.

He hasn’t seen you during breakfast, lunch or supper for a week and a half. Your friends told him that you had changed. You became grumpy, snappy and even moody. Sometimes they would just see you stare somewhere else, dazing out for a second or so but quickly coming back and grabbing the books in front of you.

James was only worried. He just wanted these exams to be over so you would finally rest and come back to them.... to him.

He kissed the back of your head and felt his hand squeeze as he did. He wanted to smile but he could feel you tense up. Your eyes were squeezed shut, your fingers squashing his inbetween he let out a small wail of pain.

“(y/n).” he said softly, trying to remove his hand out of your grip.

He felt you breathe quicker and heavier, the movement of your eyes going left and right under your eyelids.

His heart sunk.

Panic overtook his senses. For a moment he just sat there, frozen and stoic, watching you shake and tense under his arms. When he gathered back his thoughts, he took you back into his arms, pulled you closer to him, took a hold of your hands, no matter how much you hurt him, he grit his teeth and suffered through the pain. He locked your moving legs with his, having you in a still position. You breathing was still the same as before, so he only put his chin on your shoulder and whispered. “Shh.... it’s okay. I’m here. I’m here.” he spoke tenderly, kissing your jaw. “You’re safe, just calm down.” he kept soothing you with his voice.

You woke up, shaking in his arms and feeling your heart pump in your chest. “Ja-ames.” you stuttered. “What’s happening to me?” you said, scared to death.

“It’s just an anxiety attack-” he felt your breathing enlarge but he quickly continued. “We had all had them. Just breathe through your nose and breathe out through your mouth. Calm down.”

“I- I don’t know if I-”

“I’m here. You have nothing to be afraid of, okay?” he kissed your shoulder and pulled you in.

You nodded, tears streaming down your cheeks. You had never felt like this. You had never felt like fear was over-rulling your life. You had never felt your body go so numb or your heart go so fast. Every breath you took wasn’t enough to fill your lungs.

He started to hum into your shoulder, diverting your attention from your paranoid thoughts. You looved over your shoulder, finding him smiiling at you. “You know what song this is?”

You shook your head.

“ Our love is alive and so we begin...” he started to sing in a whisper at first, his voice only growing. “ Foolishly layin' our hearts on the table- stumblin in.”

You let out a laugh, hearing his gentle, deep voice continue.

“ Our love is a flame burnin' within Now and then fire light will catch us, Stumblin' in “ he paused, rocking you a bit in his arms and nuzzling into you, chuckling. “Prepare yourself for this: Wherever you go, whatever you do You know these reckless thoughts of mine Are followin' you “

“ I've fallen for you, whatever you do 'Cause baby you've shown me so many things That I never knew Whatever it takes, baby, I'll do it for you.” you continued, your voice a bit more softer and raspier.

“You know the song?” he gasped in surprise and you giggled.

“You always sing it to me. Of course, I know the song.”

“Oh.”

You turned around to face him, your hand reaching up to his cheek as you looked into his eyes, unaware how much your adoring gaze melted him away. You let the tip of your finger wander his chin and cheek, just watching him in adoration. “Thank you.”

He simpered, kissing your forehead and bringing you in again. “I love you.” he said, feeling tears spike his eyes. “But I also find you very stupid when you don’t take care of yourself.”

Your hands wrapped themselves around him and you replied. “I know. I’m sorry.” you mumbled. “That’s why I have you; to sober me up.”

He pulled away, cupping your face with his large hands and watching your with all his seriousness. “I’ll always have your back, you hear me? But if you scare me to death like this again, I’ll kill you.” he pulled you back into his embrace.

You let out a soft giggle, throwing your leg around his torso, which you know he hated but secretly adored. “You just might be the one, James Potter.” you said and he let out a chuckle.

“I am the one. No doubt I’m marrying you one day.”

#james potter imagine #james #james potter x reader #james potter #marauders fanfiction #marauders era #marauder #the marauders #marauders ima

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matbarzyy · 3 years

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pt.2- and i wanted u to know that. anyway, today is my birthday, and i wonder if u could do an imagine or a blurb, idk, something about how mat or tito would do to the reader's bday, i would like too if in the story there wasnt a whole pandemic happening, cause yk corona sucks. anyway i just really love your writing and that would mean a lot to me, but i'll totally understand if u can't do it for a reason. hope u have a really great day💕

This isn’t proofread at all so I’m sorry if it’s a bit messy. I did it with Tito because I love him way too much, no pandemic, just a birthday and wayyy too much fluff. I hope you’ll like it, and happy birthday!! <3

So Tito isn’t the best at remembering dates

But he’d never forget about your birthday (especially since he wrote it in his calendar and scheduled reminder notifications to make sure he’d plan a gift in time

He spends the night at your place the day before, and you’re both up talking late

At exactly midnight he’s wishing you a happy birthday and you’re melting at how sweet he’s already being

You didn’t even realise it was past midnight, but Tito was always paying attention to the time

He promises he’ll give you your gift during the day, and you know he’s got the whole day planned for you

Tito LOVES to spoil you, but you don’t let him do it very often, so he’s going to make the most of this opportunity

He gives you just about a million kisses before you both fall asleep

At first you’re both into it, making out but too lazy to do anything else, but after a while you get super sleepy

It turns into slow kisses, barely brushes of your lips together before you rest your head on his shoulder and just fall asleep

Tito is smiling to himself when you do that, you’ve got a tendency to fall asleep on him really easily

It warms his heart because he knows you have trouble sleeping on your own, so when you’re not together so spend a lot of time on facetime with him at night

In the morning you wake up because you’re getting kinda cold, and you pout a little when you realise Tito is already up

It quickly turns into a smile when you realise he’s actually cooking you breakfast (which he doesn’t do very often)

Tito almost groans when you walk into the kitchen, he was planning on bringing you breakfast in bed but his plan obviously failed

He settles for a hug instead and wishes you a happy birthday again before he softly kisses you

You melt into his arms and sit on an empty space on the counter while he finishes cooking pancakes

You’re wearing nothing but his t-shirt and it takes everything in him to keep on cooking instead of just standing between your legs and letting himself get carried away with you

Tito knows you wouldn’t mind at all, but it’s your birthday and he thinks you deserve better than to be fucked on the kitchen counter today.

You eat together on the table he set up with fresh flowers he got delivered the day before and put in a vase in the guest room because he knew you wouldn’t go in there and discover the surprise

The morning is soft and quiet, just the two of you talking and exchanging smiles. It’s relaxing and beautiful, and it reminds you of why you fell in love with him so easily

When lunch rolls around, you’re both going out to a cute café with some of your close friends and a few guys you’re close with on the team

You get showered in gifts, some cute bracelets, notebooks, some clothes your friends had seen you look at last time you were shopping together

Tito promises the day is far from over, and you wonder how things can possibly get better because you’re already having the best day

The little group you were with at lunch drives to the rink and you all go there to skate

You’re kind of terrible at it but Tito loves teaching you, and you find it really cute when he’s holding your hands and skating backwards to pull you along

Mat tries to teach you a few things too, but he’s way less careful than Tito and you fall flat on your stomach with your arms barely catching you

Tito is by your side in an instant, telling Mat off for being such an idiot because he’s super scared you hurt yourself, he knows how easy it is to break an arm with that kind of fall

It takes you a few more seconds to get up with his help because it was quite a sore fall

You give him a hug and chuckle at how protective he is while promising you’re not hurt

You also tease him for getting so worried when he always tells you not to worry whenever you see him fall during a game (you’re always terrified he’ll get injured with how fast everyone is moving)

Tito laughs it off and you take a few more laps before you’re all getting off the ice to get some hot drinks

Mat rolls his eyes at his friend’s reaction but doesn’t say anything because he knows how important it is to him that the day goes perfectly

You have the best time, and you’re happy Tito managed to include all of your close friends into the day

You love spending time alone with him and the morning was amazing, but the atmosphere is more festive with a little crowd so the way he balanced things is perfect

You get kidnapped by your friends before the night can start because they have something planned for you too, so you have to let go of Tito for a little bit

All they do is bring you to one of your friend’s place to get ready, and it reminds you of how you used to always do that before going out when you were still studying

There’s a box waiting for you there, and the note on top of it scream Tito before you even read it

It’s a gorgeous burgundy dress you tried on once with him while you were trying to pick matching outfits to go to a wedding together

You remembered the way it fit perfectly and the way Tito’s jaw dropped when he saw you in it

You had settled for something simpler in the end, but knowing he had the dress bought for you so long ago made you realise just how much he cared about making this day as amazing as possible for you

There’s a simple but beautiful necklace and earrings set to go with it, it’s exactly the style you like to wear every day, and Tito wanted something you’d actually wear regularly and that wouldn’t take attention away from the dress

Your friends get ready with you and you all head to a restaurant together

Tito booked the whole place to be able to invite a lot more friends and throw you an actual birthday party

You spend the night by his side, leaning into him or dancing with him to every song that comes on

You thank him just about a million times for everything he’s done for you today

You’re still sober at the end of the night and Tito is too, so when you get home with him after a great party and far too many gifts, you’re still well awake and not ready for the day to end

Your breath catches in your throat when you see roses on the living room table, and rose petals all over the place

“There’s still one gift waiting for you,” Tito says after the door is closed, and you’re turning around to look at him.

“But- the whole day? And the dress and everything?”

“Not the most important thing,” He shakes his head and you nod, waiting for him to continue.

Your heart stops when he reaches into his pocket and pulls out a little jewelry box.

“I just…” His voice trails off before he continues. “I’ve been thinking about how I feel with you a lot lately. I know I say I love you a lot, because I truly do, but today is special so I wanted to do a little more than that. I got you this promise ring because… because I know we’re still young, and we’ve got a lot of growing up to do, but you’re the woman I want to spend my life with, so I promise that one day, when we’re ready, I’m going to replace this ring with another one, and it’ll be because I’ve asked you to marry me,”

You’re so overcome with emotion you take a minute to find what to say

Tito isn’t worried because he can see in your eyes how happy this makes you and he knows you’re just overwhelmed

The ring is the perfect size on your finger because Tito sneakily got you to try some on through the many days you spent out together and he took note of the size for each finger every time just in case for future gifts

You can’t stop holding him or telling him you love him

Tito promises he’s going to keep showing you how much he loves you for the rest of your lives

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breakfast and macarons | pjy

↦ w.c : 5k+fluffs to kill you

↦ warnings : fluffs and i don’t know, tears? a bit of suggestive scene at the beginning but not too much.

↦ a/n :Happy belated birthday my fav girl @transparentweepingstudent. Do you remember how we start talking to each other? You were on anon then we replied back and forth and we ended up talking regularly, torturing each other with jinyoung lol. I am so sorry that I took too much time to write this fic. A lot of things happened and I didn’t get to finish it. But I wish you had a blast birthday and hopefully you love this fic. It will probably be cliche but we all love cliches. Enjoyyy the fic!

Waking up from sleep is forever a mystery to you. How you catch the first sound that penetrates your ears and like a switch, your body reacts to it and slowly you’ll come to consciousness. You will crack open one eyelid and start to search for some traces of which part of the day has you woken up to. Did you wake up at dawn? Or did you wake up to light rays escaping your curtain?

However today when you wake up, your eyes are met with darkness. The first thing that comes to your mind is you’re not in your apartment. A certain frame proves your point and calms you, knowing you’re not somewhere else. You stayed unmoved for what you feel like five minutes, trying to figure out what time it is before you feel the arms around your waist pull you closer to a sturdy chest, an unmistakable length has moved deeper inside you which in return, made you gasp and unintentionally squeezed his girth.

A groan escapes him sleepily and he noses your neck, inhaling your scent. Sexy gruff voice greets you from behind, a sneaky palm brushes one of your breasts and swiftly palms it. “G’morning, sweetheart.”

Your mind flies to the night before, where blood rushes to your face as you remember the man behind you went wild with his birthday gift for you and kept you awake through all five consecutive orgasms which explains why he is still inside you, courtesy of this gentleman demanding to stay buried inside.

Madness, you laugh.

“Good morning, Jinyoung.” his rough stubbles rub against your soft skin, creating goose bumps and redness. You don’t mind, you love this man the way he is. With facial hairs, he looks even more sexy, intriguing and hot. Uncontrolled, you squeeze him again, earning another groan. The palm on your breast has gone to two fingers rolling your taut bud instead. “Hm, your stubbles tickles.”

“Don’t shave your beard please.”

A disapproving noise comes, with a remark, “I’ll look like a homeless person.”

“Well, I’m sure you won’t because you can be a model with that handsome face.” you move away to face him, making him slip out of you, followed by a gush of mixture of your love making from the night before. “Oh- Jinyoung. That is a lot.”

He laughs when you whine about the mess you’re making on his bed sheet, ignoring your protest to get out of the bed and scoops you closer to him instead. “Jinyoung, this is so sticky!”

“You weren’t complaining last night.” he reminds you and you blush at his statement. He is so straight forward and it is so annoying.

“I was under your spell.”

“Really?”

“Mhm.”

Silence, a comforting one accompanies you as you stare at him. Like everything has come to a pause, your eyes trail down his forehead, his eyes, his nose, his lips. He’s perfect. You always wonder how you manage to wake up to this man every once and then. How have you scored a man this perfect?

“What are you thinking about?”

“You.”

He smiles, pressing his lips to your forehead. “I can see you’re going to be an emotional baby on your birthday morning but I won’t let it spoil the mood.”

He taps your ass, gesturing you to get up. His side of the bed is warm as he leaves you, yanking the curtain open and walks around naked to pick up your scattered clothes all over the place. So you’ve woken up somewhere after eight in the morning, you figured after your eyes landed on the clock. You eventually get up after watching his bare back muscles interestingly and even if you wish to stay longer in bed since you’re still sore and your bones are begging you to rest, Jinyoung’s invitation for a shower together sounds more inviting.

As much as your mind has imagined, the shower went without funny business because apparently Jinyoung has something else in his mind. You got teased a few times for trying to make him take you inside the glass bathroom however your man has great patience and self-control. He won’t be tempted when he is determined.

“Where are we going?” you ask as you stand in front of his wardrobe, contemplating your choice of clothing. You need to match the occasion and not look out of place just because your boyfriend wants to surprise you. “Jinyoung?”

“A breakfast date.” A casual style it is.

“We’re not taking the car?” you ask when Jinyoung presses the ground floor instead of the basement. You start to wonder where he is going to bring you since he doesn’t bring the car with him. It must be a walking distance cafe, but which one? Jinyoung lives close to a lot of fancy cafes that serve breakfast, you can’t guess which cafe he is bringing you to. “Thank god I’m wearing sneakers.”

“I’ve told you okay.” he reminds you just as the elevator opens to a quiet lounge. “But what did you say? No, I want to wear something pretty.”

“Shut up.” you tell him, elbowing him slightly before leaving him behind. The roaring laughter behind you sounds so terribly annoying so you quicken your pace to walk out of the lounge.

He catches up with you, still laughing but sounds softer and lovelier. “Okay okay, I’m sorry. Come let me shower my girlfriend with a lot of food for breakfast okay?”

“Only for breakfast?” you ask when Jinyoung pulls your hand in his, bringing you to the cafe direction. “What about lunch, tea, dinner and late night dinner?”

Jinyoung may look distracted but you know his ears are big for a reason. He is able to capture whatever you’ve said even without fully focusing on you, a trait he has trained himself since dating you to avoid you being mad at him for not concentrating. He got a point and that has successfully charmed you a few times when you thought he’s not listening but he proved it wrong instead. “I’ll feed you, don’t worry.”

See? Talk about being imperfect. Jinyoung? Never.

While he guides you to the cafe, you take extra attention to his subconscious behaviour that he naturally activates when with you. He doesn’t notice this, he will never notice it. However these are those simple things that move you. His hand which holds yours securely, not too tight but never too loose. Every time he turns around a corner, he’ll make sure you’ll be on the inner side of the sidewalk, never too far from him. He keeps responding to you even if he is focusing on guiding you, something you will never get used to. Though you know these are just small traits that every man should possess, but it has been so rare that it takes a gem to be this well mannered.

Five minutes into the walk, you realise Jinyoung’s strides have slowed down, slowly coming to a halt and when he turns to you with a smile, you guess you’ve reached your breakfast place.

“Wait- oh my god.” you exclaim when he opens the door for you, the chiming of the bell brings the chill to your spine. “Jinyoung! This is-”

You turn to him for him to answer you but he just nods, grinning at your priceless reaction. One thing that Jinyoung loves about you is the simplicity of your mind. You get excited over the smallest thing, granted it is done with sincerity and love. He knows bringing you to this cafe is a perfect plan, you will be over the moon for months.

It is definitely an exaggeration but you heard Ed Sheeran blasts from the speaker and you absent-mindedly made a little jump which causes Jinyoung to chuckle from your excitement. You are still gaping when you enter the exquisite cafe, your heart is full with excitement and you are just a second away from screaming. So when you stop to catch your breath after eyeing the interior design of the cafe, you turn to Jinyoung and hug him, screeching in his chest so your voice is muffled. You feel Jinyoung’s body shakes and you can picture him holding in his laugh because you’re too cute to handle.

“Hab i tod yu i wob yu?” you mumble against his chest. You’re not kidding when you say your heart is about to burst. You’ve been wanting to visit this cafe for a long time. It serves a buffet breakfast, the first thing that has caught your attention. Next it also has waiters to serve you fresh off the pan dishes like pancakes and scrambled eggs. Basically it is just like how hotel breakfast but you can dine in with reasonable price.

When you told Jinyoung about the cafe, he was reading one of his books and you can’t blame him if he didn’t hear you because one of his rules is not to disturb him while he is reading. However you were so excited to tell him that it was a walking distance from his place so you ignored the fact that he was so engrossed with reading. After that as you both carry your routine, it slipped your mind until today.

See what you thought about Jinyoung being perfect?

“What is it sweetheart? I can’t hear you clearly.” he laughs, actually understood you but acts like he doesn’t. It’s just like Jinyoung to tease you. Usually you’ll reply with snarky remarks but today, you really love him.

“I said I love you.” you grin, pulling him to the table. You’re excited to devour everything in the cafe. “I love LOVE you.”

“That’s all?”

“Yeap.” he shakes his head when he sees you being overly excited and waits patiently for him to pull the chair for you and starts sniffing the buffet like a starved puppy though it is literally a few metres away from your table.

“Hi. Here is the fresh-off pan menu.” the waiter greets you, placing two huge sized menus on the table. “Have you dined in here before?”

Jinyoung shakes his head, answering it on behalf of you. You have gone too far to listen to her explanation, the only things you have in mind are those delicious food waiting for you. You’re a big eater and Jinyoung is a dedicated boyfriend who loves to spoil you with food. A match made in heaven indeed.

You let the explanation pass your ears as you hear a bit of ‘..drinks over there..’, ‘...charged for leftovers…’ and when she finishes with a smile, you quickly turn your attention to jinyoung, grinning eagerly.

Jinyoung laughs as he realised you’re just an inch away from lunging towards the buffet but waits patiently for his approval. He closes the menu and tips his head as an approval, causing you to spring from your seat to the buffet section. Jinyoung’s laughter fills the cafe again, luckily it is less packed with customers since it is still early.

“Wow.” Jinyoung whistles when you placed another three plates of pancakes, rolled omelette, and toasts. Already on the table are your sausages, your muffins, waffles, your cereal bowl with a glass of milk, your fresh orange and Jinyoung’s black coffee. Oh yes you’ll get the fruits later. “Is the sex last night really good that you are starving?”

He eyes the amount of plates on your shared table and suddenly he thinks that they need an extension of the table. It is literally full with your food that he can’t even add his own. However that is the least of his concern, he knows he’s going to finish your food for you later so he doesn’t even bother to stand up and get his own food. “Are you sure you can eat all of these?”

You roll your eyes in annoyance and sit down, grabbing your utensils. “Shut up. I’m hungry.”

“Oh I wouldn’t have guessed.” he snorts, reaching for a piece of waffles and a chocolate spread by his side. “You don’t look starving in the slightest.”

“Oh shut up.” you scoop a spoonful of cereal, the one you always love since you were little, humming cheerfully to the delicious taste of the familiar childhood cereal. Your taste buds are now stimulated and you can’t stop moaning at how good it tastes. “Jinyoung this is really good!”

Jinyoung halts in his motion, giving you an incredulous look. His waffle is now gone and he’s reaching over a piece of sausages when you slap his hand away from your precious piece of meat. “Ow. That’s just cereals, baby. C'mon, share the sausages.”

You glare at him when the tip of his finger touches the firm sausages. Raising your fork to your eye level, you jab the thin air. “Don’t touch my food after you’ve insulted my childhood cereal.”

“You’re ridiculous.” he chuckles, aiming for the muffins instead. You took three instead of two, that means one of them is his. Jinyoung internally laughs at how petty you will become when it involves food. It’s just another random thing he loves about you. “Eat a lot, baby.”

While you practically inhale your food, Jinyoung acts as your butler, cutting the sausages into smaller pieces and spreads the jams on the bread for you. Once he finishes playing butler, he starts feeding you so much that your cheeks are about to burst from all the feeding. “Jinnyom-”

He coos, laughing while nodding to your incoherent mumble and stops feeding to let you swallow them first. “Are you trying to kill me?”

He flickers his eyes to you while he brings another piece of pancake dipped in maple syrup to your mouth. “Says the one who brings all the food to the table.”

“I brought it for you too!”

“Yeah? I thought the sausages are yours?”

“That’s mine. You eat something else.”

The amount of food on your table decreases shortly with Jinyoung’s help. You are full and now Jinyoung is left to eat the leftovers. This is why he doesn’t bother to order anything, he knows you can’t eat them all. He is always the trash can, his words not yours.

“This cafe is so pretty, Jinyoung.” you blurt out your thoughts, your eyes roaming all over the places. The cafe is situated in the middle of the city which is busy with cars and public transport. However once you are inside, it literally blocks the noisy sound and you’re left with the peacefulness of the cafe and the song that blasts from the speaker. There are not a lot of customers at this time of the day hence it is even more quiet and reserved.

The workers keep the food warm by lighting up candles under the buffet and honestly, it feels just like hotel breakfast.

“You like it?” the background song starts to change, Paramore comes up with a fragment of your memory. “Oh, it’s our love song.”

You laugh when he tries to listen more carefully to Still Into You, bopping his head to the beats and swaying his body while feeling the music.

“I should be over all the butterflies~” he raises his fork to his mouth level, pointing them towards you with overflowing adoration and playfulness in his eyes. “But i’m into you.”

“Oh lord.” still giggling, you are sure that both of you looks like you’re madly in love and have become hopelessly dumb. “How sure are you that after all this time you’re still into me?”

“Easy peasy.” Jinyoung answers, munching the half eaten pancake. “I’m having breakfast with you, the love of my life.”

“At the cafe that you told me when I was reading.” he wiggles his eyes smugly. “Doesn’t that already prove that I am still into you?”

“That’s so cheesy.”

“And you love me for that.”

“Thank you for dining here!” the cashier returns Jinyoung’s card with the bill, bowing to you before you leave the cafe with a full tummy.

The noises from the street greet you again however you don’t care, you are happy and it takes nothing to spoil your mood. Jinyoung leads you back to his place again, holding your hand in his while you skip happily next to him.

“Are you that happy?”

You nod, swinging his hand back and forth to show that you are indeed, very happy. “I had a great night and a great breakfast date. I don’t have anything more to ask for my birthday.”

Placing a quick peck on his cheek, you wrap your arms around him in appreciation. “Thank you, lover boy.”

Jinyoung scrunches his face at your endearment, bringing your intertwined hand and presses a kiss on the back of your hand. “You sure you don’t want anything else?”

You shake your head. There’s nothing you really want, Jinyoung has gone even beyond your expectations.

“But I still have one more thing for you.” his words left you puzzled, before you realise that you’re not walking home. Instead you are at the opposite direction of his place, even further than the cafe.

Once you fall into step in front of a bakery shop, another bulb goes off your mind and you turn to Jinyoung in disbelief. “Wait- really?”

In front of the bakery stands the most popular advertisement made by the shop, the macaron class. It is a bakery that makes the most delicious macaron and is very popular with the customized macaron which you can make by yourself by joining the 2 hours class at the shop. It was a waste of time, Jinyoung had once said because he knows both of you have better things to do than making macaron for two hours. You agreed with him, even though you really wanted to join the class. It’s kind of cringe, making a couple macaron but you can’t deny that it is intriguing.

“You said you don’t want to join the class.”

Your eyes start to get watery and before you can even cry, Jinyoung brings you close to his side and presses a kiss on top of your head. “When did I never give you what you’ve wanted? Hm?”

“Now come on. The class is starting in 10 minutes.”

You knew making macaron is quite tedious but you never knew it is this tedious. Forty minutes into whisking the never ending meringue to get a stiff peak, you throw your whisk into the bowl. Jinyoung who is preparing the filling for your macaroon on your left jumps, startled by your action. Once he looks at your undone macaronage, he laughs, patting you softly.

“I’ll whisk it for you.” he then finishes his fillings and puts them into a piping bag and leaves it aside to take over your side of the station. “I have offered to whisk but look at you stubborn baby.”

Your hands are crossed as you watch him whisking the meringue, his muscles contract every time he whisks the blue meringue. His veins start to emerge on his skin, complimenting his muscular body. Something snaps inside you when you see him looking effortlessly hot while doing the most common thing as whisking.

“Sweetheart if you’re done staring, we need to bake the macaron.” he brings you back to reality, nudging you to start doing your work. He is already working on his own meringue and just in ten minutes, he finished his pink batter and already placing the batter into the piping bag next to your.s You never know he can whisk that fast but apparently the baking teacher approves his meringue stiff peak and you can start baking after one hour of preparing.

“Remind me to not ask for any more baking class.” you groan after piping your batter on the parchment paper and wait patiently for it to grow a shell and then it’s ready to bake. Jinyoung, as always, smiles mockingly while he repeats for the n-th time that he only wants to give you what you have wanted. His own batter has dried and ready to bake.

Above everything, you’re the most excited when it comes to decorating the macaron. The blue macarons that you made are for Jinyoung while yours is the pink one that he did. So after the macarons are ready for decoration, you both sit further apart to surprise each other with your own decoration. The shop provides almost everything, different types of toppings and different colour papers for you to DIY your macaron box.

“Do you need more time?” Jinyoung asks after thirty minutes. You are still sticking the cute stickers all over the box when he comes closer to take a look at your decoration.

“Do not come close!” you warn, showing your palm to stop him. “Give me ten minutes.”

“It’s not that serious-”

“Shut. up.”

“So, who gets to open their box first?” you ask after Jinyoung places a tray of drinks and bread in front of you.

“Me first since we have waited long enough for it to finish.” Jinyoung answers, giving you a judging look. “And we can decide who’s box is the best.”

“Okay!”

You are so excited to see Jinyoung’s reaction. You worked hard to decorate the box with edible stickers, lining your name with his on top of each macarons and finishing it with sprinkles and other toppings. You were also torn to choose which colour compliments his blue macaron the best. You can only hope he loves them because really, as much as you give yourself credits, you are actually the worst when it comes to creativity.

“Oh!” your eyes are closed when he starts unboxing his macaron so when he gasps, you quickly open your eyes and watch the corner of his lips stretched into a wide smile, lips pressed and whiskers eyes showing up. “Oh god.”

Both of you fall into a fit of laughter, knowing how bad your skills are but still, it melts your heart to see Jinyoung appreciating your not-so-creative mind. Jinyoung is a transparent man, his face gives away his emotion. He can hardly mask his emotion when he’s with you, hence you usually are able to detect any slight changes in his mood based on his facial expression.

After staring at his macaron for a while, he looks up to you, offering another smile. “I think my box will win.”

“Is it my turn now?”

“Go ahead.”

You’re beyond excited. You know Jinyoung’s creativity is just like yours, he can never win this competition. Him and you are both helpless in art, so it is like a battle of non-creative decoration rather than the most creative decoration.

Jinyoung watches you intently as you start opening the box, greeted by nothing other than a piece of blue parchment paper as the base, the macarons arranged neatly and an envelope placed together in the box.

“Jinyoung! You literally didn’t decorate it!” you laugh, picking the envelope nonchalantly and opening it without much thought. It must be a piece of card with ‘I love you’ inside it. Like you’ve said, both of you lack of creativity when it comes to art.

However when you unfold the paper, instead of a simple ‘I love you’, a whole neatly written love letter with Jinyoung’s penmanship greets you.

Dear the woman I have loved my entire life,

I am always grateful to God when he gives me you. Do you remember the first time we talked to each other? I was fifteen and you were thirteen, we don’t even know each other that much. We were in the same club but we never talked. It’s just you and me when we both sit at the table in the library and suddenly I called your name and asked if you could pretend to be my girlfriend because of a certain girl that won’t leave me alone and was walking toward us. I know, it’s really cliche and it sounds like it jumped from a novel but you said yes and you don’t mind. After that my boys found out about us and decided to prank us by locking us in a room and we talked for hours. I still remember how you shook your head at my boys’ antics. hahahahaah. I remember I assured you that they will come to let us our after some time and to believe me. Sometimes I think I should thank that girl for bothering me non-stop and the boys because since then, my world has been colourful with you inside it.

Do you remember how we fought a year later over some ridiculous issue like jealousy? We were so immature that we broke up but we ended up together again after Yugyeom told me you were crying in the bathroom because of me? Yeah, I was stupid. But do you know what is ever more stupid? The fact that we broke up every time we were facing a big examination

Do you remember when I got offered a letter to extend my study overseas? You cried again as if you’re not clever enough to land a place overseas too? I remember that we kissed for hours because you couldn’t stop crying and wanted to stay in my arms. You even stole my hoodies and I ended up bringing only three hoodies to my A-Level study because you wanted to wear them. You don’t know how cute you were. Then two years later you got the same acceptance letter like mine and you were so happy that you talked to me for five hours even though it was midnight for you.

Staying together with you in the UK was the best decision I ever made. Do you know how domestic we looked? I wake up to you, snuggling by my side and hugging me tight? You just don’t know how ecstatic I was. We were like a married couple, literally married just without the rings. The adventures I had with you, travelling to every part of the world, I love every inch of them. People wonder how we got this far but I don’t really need to wonder at all. Like how Paramore said, I’m really into you.

For eleven years, you have been by my side, staying with me through thick and thin. You were there for every step I made, whether it’s bad or it’s good. Remember when you were so nervous to meet my parents? Because we both went to boarding school and it was scary for parents to think we were busy dating and not studying. You were shaking from head to toe even when we already finished school and were already studying in university.

It’s getting long and I was just reminiscing the old days right? I should get to my point by now.

I have been celebrating your birthday with you for eleven years and though it sounds too long, it feels too short for me. I want to keep celebrating your birthday with you until we’re grey and old. Let’s grow old together, baby. Let’s lay in each other’s arms and whisper good mornings and good nights every single day. Let’s make your twelfth birthday with me as Mrs Park instead.

Happy Birthday, sweetheart. I love you to the moon and beyond. Let’s get married next year, can we?

Love,

Yours.

As you finish the letter, your cheeks are wet from the tears. You never knew it has been eleven years since you dated each other. You were too content living with Jinyoung that you’ve forgotten time passes too fast and your relationship will turn twelve next year. It makes your heart swell when you know that Jinyoung remembers each life event and almost all of it involves both of you.

When you finally look at him, a gush of tears escapes again. He is holding a ring, a simple promise ring that his mother bought for him after he finished high school. He told you about it, his mom told him to put this on the woman he’s marrying only when he is sure of it. When you asked him why he didn’t want to put it on you, he explained that it’s not that he is not sure of marrying you, but he wanted to secure your future. He wanted a future for you and he will not put the ring on you until he is sure that he is able to provide you everything you deserve.

“When did you plan all of this?” you never saw him busy writing the letter and setting up your birthday plan. You have no idea when he planned these things. “Why are you making me cry, Jinyoung.”

“Am I the best boyfriend now?” he laughs, teasing you slightly. “I planned it when you’re asleep. I also got some help from the boys. Bambam and Yugyeom helped to book the cafe while Jackson helped to sign up for the macaron class.”

You are still overwhelmed by the letter, your tears don’t seem like it’s stopping anytime soon. You wanted to scream, to tell everyone how emotional you are. The man that you’ve loved just proposed to you on your birthday. Someone got to tell you what is better than all of these combined?

“Do you want to marry me?” he asks, suddenly not sure of your reaction. You’ve been crying, cupping your face and repeatedly asking him if he’s being serious about the proposal. “Do you want to celebrate your next birthday as Mrs Park instead?”

You stand up and reach over to his side to sit on his lap which catches Jinyoung off guard and his hands fly to hold your waist steadily. You give him no time to adjust when you press a kiss to his lips as a sign of approval.

“I do, Jinyoung.” his grip on your waist tightens, drowning his moan in as to be cautious not to attract people’s attention. “I do.”

Jinyoung then takes your hand, slipping the awaiting ring in his hand right on your ring finger. Like it is meant to be yours, the ring fits perfectly, now a mark that you’re officially Jinyoung’s.

“Let’s go home, sweetheart.” Jinyoung offers, already packing your macarons and your food. “I need to show you how happy I am.”

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imanativeofswlondondahling · 4 years

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Becoming A Stark? (27)- Peter Parker x Stark!femReader

Word Count: 4797

Warnings: Swearing probably

Author’s Note: One more chapter after this. It will be going up this Friday. Let me know if you want to be added to the tag list which will turn into the sequel tag list after Friday.

Chapter One || Previous Chapter || Master List

“Wakey, wakey birthday girl.” Your dad’s voice comes from your doorway.

“If you really love me you’ll let me sleep.” You mumble, pulling your blankets towards your chin.

“Loving you has nothing to do with it. You have to get ready for school. But I wanted to be the first to say happy birthday.” You feel the edge of your bed sink in as your dad sits down. You look over, blinking as the bright light hits you a bit too hard. “How does it feel to be fifteen?”

“The same as it felt to be fourteen?” you shrug. “How did you know it’s my birthday?”

“I’ve seen your birth certificate. I’m not going to forget my kid’s birthday.” Tony reaches forward to push the hair away from your face. “You’ve got a busy day ahead of you. So if it were me, I’d get up and get ready.”

“If it’s my birthday shouldn’t I be allowed to do what I want? Like stay in bed all day?”

“Pepper will never allow that. Get up kiddo. You’ve got school to get to.”

“So you’re saying Mom is the one who’s actually in charge?”

“Most definitely.” Tony says before kissing your forehead. “Now get ready so you can have your birthday breakfast before school.”

“Does it involve green juice?”

“Would it be breakfast without green juice?” You roll your eyes, but push your covers back and climb out of bed. Reaching into your dresser, you pull out a pair of black ripped jeans before going digging in your closet for a shirt for today. Sassy shirt or band tee? Which seems right? But then your eyes fall on the blue tie dyed Pink Floyd tour t-shirt. That’s what you want to wear today. It’s slightly cropped, but not enough for it to be a dress code issue. You pull on the shirt and the jeans and then reach for a pair of red high tops. You love how comfy casual this is. The last thing it needs is your favorite jean jacket and you’ll be set. At least clothing wise anyway. You’ll add a couple small pieces of jewelry, your heart pendant and some earrings, and maybe throw your hair into a ponytail just so it doesn’t annoy you throughout the day. After a couple swipes of mascara and a little lip gloss, you feel ready to head downstairs. When you walk into the kitchen, your mom and dad are both waiting for you. A stack of pancakes are waiting for you with a couple candles stuck in them. You look at them puzzled. “Pepper said I couldn’t give you cake for breakfast so I figured this was the closest we could get.”

“Cake would just spike you and then you’d get hungry way before lunch.” Pepper rolls her eyes.

“I love it.” Nana and Pops had always made your birthday special, but this is a completely different kind of special. Your dad takes a lighter and lights the candles.

“Make a wish.” He pulls his phone out and snaps a picture as you blow out the candles. Tony can’t help but smile at you. “So anything you want to do for your birthday?”

“You don’t have today already planned?”

“I have some rough ideas, but I thought I’d get some input from the birthday girl herself.”

“I want to hang out with Peter after school.”

“Sure, invite him over.”

“I mean outside of the apartment.”

“Take Happy with you.”

“Dad-”

“Nope. Dead set on this one.”

“Fine.” You text Peter to see if he’s up for doing something after school. You’d be surprised if he says something other than sure.

“You have to be home by six.” Pepper adds. “Birthday dinner. But Peter can come too.”

“Where are we going for it?”

“Where would you like to go?” Pepper asks.

“Can we go to that Italian place we went a few weeks back?”

“Sounds like a plan to me.” Tony says.

“So what did you want to do?” Peter asks as he finds you after your German class.

“I don’t care. I just wanted to be free from the apartment for a few hours.” You admit.

“Well it’s your birthday, so anything you want to do is on the cards.”

“I could go for coffee?” You suggest.

“Coffee it is for my girl.” Peter takes your hand and walks you to the side of the school but you shake your head. “What? This is the quicker way.”

“I promised my dad we would go with Happy. He’ll be waiting in front of the school.”

“I’m pretty sure he doesn’t like me.” Peter’s nose scrunches as he says this but follows you towards the front of the school.

“That’s just Happy’s personality.”

“He likes you.”

“That’s ‘cause Tony’s my dad. I’m a Stark- he like has to like me or he doesn’t get paid.” You joke. “Did you tell May that my mom and dad said you’re invited to dinner?” Peter nods his head.

“Already texted her about it. She said to wish you a happy birthday.”

“Aw, May’s the best.”

“She is pretty great, as long as you don’t eat her cooking.” Peter says with a smile.

“The vegetarian food she made for me was pretty decent.”

“That’s because most of it was premade.” Peter smirks at you.

“That stuff is pretty hard to mess up.” You admit. You walk outside to the sound of your name being called and feel Peter drop your hand. You both walk over to where Happy is standing.

“How was school kid?” Happy asks you.

“Not bad.” You say as he opens the door for you and Peter to climb into the back seat.

“Where are we heading?” Happy asks as he sits down in the front seat.

“Coffee.” You say, knowing Happy knows where your favorite shop is.

“Anything for the birthday girl.” Happy turns a blinker on and pulls away from the curb. You click open your phone and see that your dad tagged you in a picture from this morning at the breakfast table.

“My dad can’t seem to keep anything private. The whole world knows it’s my birthday now.” You say to Peter.

“It’s just ‘cause he loves you kid.” Happy’s voice flows from the front seat. You roll your eyes, but you know he’s right. Now your notifications are filled with thousands of birthday messages on your dad’s photo. But you also see a few pictures you’ve been tagged in, so you click on your profile to have easier access to them. Some are from people you don’t know, edits of pictures you’ve posted or the paps have, but a few are from Betty, MJ, Ned, and then you see that Peter tagged you in a picture. You click over to peter_p’s profile and see the collage of photos from the few months you two have been dating and some from your snapchat streak before that, but it’s the comment that he posted that gets you.

Happy birthday to the best girlfriend I could have ever asked for @y/nstark. I’m my happiest when I’m with you and I’ve never laughed as hard as I do when you make me laugh. Here’s to fifteen years treating you the best it should. Hopefully fifteen is when I finally get you to watch Star Wars too. You have my <3 babe. Here’s the first of many birthdays together.

You look over at Peter, who is oblivious to the fact that you just read his birthday message. Feeling your eyes on him, he looks up at you. “What’s up?”

“You have my heart too.” Peter takes your hand in his and places kisses on your knuckles. It’s the closest either of you have gotten to saying ‘I love you’ in the almost six months of dating. It feels important.

“I think mine was yours before we even started dating. But I wouldn’t tell your dad that or I might not live to your next birthday.” Peter admits.

“I’m pretty good at keeping secrets.”

“So Peter, how’s your year going at MSST?” Pepper asks after orders have been placed.

“Good. I think anyway. I’m waiting for a couple of midterm grades to come back, but besides that my grades are where I want them to be and I’m taking my SAT and ACT for the third time next weekend.”

“Wanting to score well enough for MIT?” Tony asks.

“He’s trying to aim for scholarship levels. He’s already scored high enough to get in.” You say, unable to not brag about your boyfriend. Peter’s ears go pink at your words.

“Good to hear. If I’m going to talk to them about admitting you next year, then-”

“You’re a year off Dad.”

“I think we could get Peter into college a year early. I went early. I think Peter could do it too. He’s smart enough.”

“I won’t have the necessary classes.” Peter says.

“So we talk to MSST and you could take some extra classes to graduate early.” Tony points out.

“You’re just trying to get him a few states away from me.” You point out before taking a sip from your water glass.

“I think May isn’t ready for me to head off to college for a couple years. Financially.” Peter says with a slight cough.

“Well there’s always the September Grant.”

“Yeah that’s what you told her about when you came over the first time. I don’t think she’ll go for that lie again.” Peter says, reaching for his own water glass.

“The September Grant is a real grant.” Pepper says. “And it is through MIT. Now if somebody,” she looks at your dad, “utilized the name to cover for something else, he’ll have to explain that. But it’s a very real grant.” She lifts her wine glass but before taking a sip she adds, “And whenever you’re ready to head to college, it’s open to you.”

“Wow, um thank you?” Peter says, his cheeks going red. “I think today is supposed to be about Y/N though.” You smile at your boyfriend.

“Right, our birthday girl. How has your birthday been so far?” Your dad asks, taking a sip from his whiskey glass.

“Good. I got a 100 on my English essay. And I passed my Chemistry and Biology midterms. So I won’t have to retake either of those classes next year hopefully.”

“Never doubted you would pass.” Your mom says with a smile. Personally, you don’t love the fact that you have to take two science classes a year at MSST, but you’re doing it.

“A 100 on your essay? That deserves a toast I think.” Tony raises his glass. You roll your eyes but raise your glass too. “To our English scholar and birthday girl.” After clinking glasses, your appetizers were brought out. Bruschetta for you and Pepper, a salad for your dad, and fried cheese bites for Peter. As you all munch on your food, the conversation flows between projects your dad and Peter are working on, SI things, and more school talk from you and Peter. This continues through entrees as well. Your dad offers to order dessert, but Pepper reminds him that there’s cake at home.

Little did you know, there are also a multitude of people waiting for you at home. Uncle Rhodey must have let everyone in, but when you walk into your house there’s a group of people shouting “Happy Birthday!”. You look around the room, seeing your friends- Astrid, Betty, MJ, and Ned- standing near Nana and Pops as well as Vision and, to your and Tony’s surprise, your Aunt Nat standing to the side of the room. Peter’s hand is wrapped around your waist, he knows you’re excited to see your aunt. However, his sixth sense tells him that some of the people in the room, Tony and even possibly Colonel Rhodes, don't seem to like that she’s here. Neither man seems ready to drag her out of the room, at least not in front of you, seeing how she’s part of the reasons that Captain America got away. But you don’t know that. No one except the people who weren't in Germany know that. So he’ll smile and play nice, to make you happy on your birthday.

While you’re over giving hugs to your Nana and Pops, Rhodey and Tony make their way to say something to Natasha. “You’re here just for this. As soon as gifts are opened and cake is cut, you disappear, or-”

“I know. I wasn’t going to disappoint Y/N and miss her birthday.” Natasha says, squaring off to Tony, reminding him that he might be an Avenger but she’s not one to be messed with either.

“You’re still wanted for what happened in Germany.”

“I know.” Before any of them can say anything else, the birthday girl’s arms are wrapped around her aunt’s waist.

“Aunt Nat, you’re here!” Rhodey and Tony step away to give Natasha a moment with you.

“I am. I wasn’t going to miss your birthday.”

“Is Dad and Uncle Rhodey going to send you away to some like prison or something after this?” You ask all worried, but your aunt shakes her head.

“I’m pardoned for one night. It’s a birthday gift I think.”

“I’ll take it.” You pull your aunt in for another hug. “I’ve missed you.”

“I’ve missed you too. But today’s about celebrating you. So…” She trails off, motioning towards your friends and family. Across the room, Betty, Astrid, and Ned all look awestruck at the sight of you talking with the Black Widow.

“Come meet my friends.” You say, pointing towards where your friends are waiting. The room fills with the sounds of you talking with the people you love and who love you. Tony queues FRIDAY to play some of your favorite music and everyone relaxes into celebrating you. You end up on the couch surrounded by your parents to open gifts, the rest of your family and friends sitting in various places in the living room. So far you’ve opened a lot of graphic tees and books. Peter got you a shirt that said ‘The Sass is Strong With This One’ in the Star Wars print as well as a sweatshirt that said ‘Friday is My Second Favorite F Word’ which got a laugh out of everyone, Natasha got you some books you had added to your Goodreads page recently, Betty got you two sweatshirts that read ‘Gangsta Napper’ and ‘I’d Rather Be Sleeping’. You’re now on the gifts from Nana and Pops.

“We thought it was time for you to finally have these.” You unwrap the first of the two boxes, a smaller one. Taking off the paper, you’re surprised to find a jewelry box waiting for you. Inside is a pair of pearl earrings. “These were your mom’s. When she went into rehab, she left them with us, because she wanted to make sure that you had something of hers, one day.” You try to swallow the lump in your throat as you take the paper off the other box, finding a matching necklace. You don’t know what to say. You don’t remember the woman who left these for you as she went off to required rehab after giving birth to a crack baby. When you hear Mom, your thoughts go to Pepper, not the woman who these belong to. But you let the cold, weighted stones drape over your hand as you hold the necklace. “She wanted you to have them one day.”

“Those are beautiful.” Pepper says softly from next to you, breaking the silence that you hadn’t known how to break.

“Right, yeah, thanks Nana. These are gorgeous.” Pepper can tell there’s something about the jewelry that is making you uncomfortable, but she’s not going to just ask you in front of everyone. She can wait until it’s just you, her, and Tony, or even just you and her later. But the Mama Bear in her wants to pull you into her arms and never let you go. You place the two offending boxes on the coffee table.

“My turn!” Astrid says holding a light blue gift bag out towards you. “I’ve been waiting weeks to give this to you.” You pull out the tissue paper and reach a hand in to pull out a pair of Mickey Ears that are sparkling black with a rainbow bow in the center. “It’s the pride ears you talked about!”

“I love them Astrid!” Your friends know how obsessed you are with collecting new Pride stuff to have on hand for Pride Events or just day to day life. “Maybe I’ll wear them to Pride this year.”

“There’s more in there.” You pull out a grey shirt that says ‘To Read or Not To Read, What A Stupid Question’ as well as a baseball tee that reads ‘God Said Adam and Eve so I Did Both’ in Blue, Pink, and Purple ink.

“Astrid, these are amazing.”

Ned gave you a Labyrinth board game, Vision had gotten you some anti-math graphic tees, and now Uncle Rhodey was going to give you gifts before your parents give you their gifts.

“For you Baby Stark.” Your Uncle Rhodey hands you a box and you roll your eyes at the nickname.

“I thought my dad was the one who is supposed to be the one with all the nicknames.”

“Hang around him too long and you start up on them too.” You take the paper off and open the white box to find more graphic tee shirts. The first one you get not even halfway through reading when your dad shouts out.

“Absolutely not.” You finish reading the white print on the black shirt ‘Look Like A Princess Fight Like An Avenger.’

“You don’t like it, Tones?” Your uncle teases.

“Yeah Dad? I thought this would be my motto from here on out.”

“Burn it.” Your dad says angrily and your mom laughs. You turn the shirt around so your confused guests can read it. Everyone laughs as you set it on the coffee table to see what else is in the box. Underneath, there is a black sweatshirt that reads ‘The Trash Get Picked Up Tomorrow. Get Ready.’ Lastly, there’s a tee that reads ‘I’m Allergic to Mondays’. All of the shirts you’ve gotten so far are very you.

“Thanks Uncle Rhodey.” You set the shirts with the growing pile of new ones you’ve received today.

“Our turn.” Your dad says, reaching beside the couch to pull out a few boxes.

“This is way too many.” Most people at the party had limited to one gift. But your dad seems to have forgotten that there is such a thing as limiting one’s self.

“It’s not every day your kid turns fifteen.” You raise an eyebrow, telling him that that excuse doesn’t work. “Plus these are from me and Pep.”

“Fine.” You roll your eyes. He hands you a bigger box first, one that if you had to guess is probably a pair of converse. You take the paper off the box and aren’t surprised to find the familiar black and brown box waiting under the paper. But the shoes you find inside the box, you’ve never seen before. “Galaxy hightops?” You look to your mom, knowing that she had to be the one to find these.

“Thought you might enjoy them.” She says with a smile. You throw your arms around her.

“These are so cool!”

“Wow I see that I’m just chopped liver.” Your dad teases. You wrap your arms around him too.

“Thanks Dad.” He places a kiss on your forehead.

“Open the next one. I think you’ll enjoy that one too.” This box is a slimmer, flatter box and you guess it’s probably some piece of clothing, seeing as it doesn’t weigh a ton. You slide a finger under the tape to open the box open up after taking the paper off and open it up to find another jean jacket looking at you. You’re confused, since you already have one you wear a lot, but you take it out of the box and flip it to the back to look at the jacket before saying anything. And that’s when you see it. The tongue sticking out of a mouth. It’s a Rolling Stones jean jacket. You look between your parents.

“This one was all your dad.” Pepper says softly and the smile grows on your face.

“Even though they’re only subpar?” You ask.

“They make you happy and that’s what matters.” This time, your arms are around your dad before you can stop yourself.

“I love you.”

“I love you too. Always and forever kiddo.” Tony holds you close for a moment, before saying a little louder. “I think you’ve still got a couple more things to open.” He slides another flat box into your lap, saving the most important gift for last.

“Ok, ok.” You say, tearing the paper from the box. You’re guessing this is another clothing item and if it follows the trend of everyone else's gifts, it’s probably a graphic tee. But upon opening the box, you realize your guess is wrong. Sitting in the box is one of the most beautiful dresses you’ve ever seen. It’s a black cotton dress with flowers printed on it. There’s a burgundy trim around the neckline of the dress as well as white iridescent buttons, and at the bottom of the dress is an almost tribal looking print covering the bottom of the dress.

“I saw this in a shop and knew you had to have it.” Pepper admits.

“It’s beautiful.” You breathe out softly. “Thank you.”

“Of course.” Pepper says like it’s no big deal, and maybe it isn’t to her, but it is to you. It’s your mom buying things like this because she thought it was important that you have things like that. It matters to you. Tony grabs the last box and hands it to Pepper instead of you, which throws you off. There’s a moment of conversation that happens only between their eyes. But Pepper takes a breath and then holds the box out to you. You look at her, silently asking if you should open it. She smiles at you and you start to take the paper off the small box. As you take the paper off, Pepper explains. “This is something that has been passed down from mother to daughter in my family for generations and when my mom gave it to me, she told me to hold on to it until the day that I wanted to give it to my daughter.” You open another jewelry box to see a beautiful opal ring with two small diamonds on either side of the gem.

“Wow. You want me to have this?” You can’t help but ask, staring at the ring in your hands.

“Why wouldn’t I want my daughter to have it?” Pepper asks, wrapping an arm around you. You lean into her side. “It’s yours until the day you want to give it to your daughter.” She says, as if passing a family heirloom on to you was no big deal. You take the ring out of the black velvet and hold the gold band between two fingers for a moment before sliding it onto your middle finger, guessing that that finger is the one that it will fit the best on. “We can get it resized if we need to.”

“No, it’s perfect.” You say, looking at where it now sits. You might never take the opal ring off, because it looks perfect where it is. You look up from the ring to look at your mom, when out of the corner of your eye, you spot Nana and Pops. They had given you jewelry too and you hadn’t directly put it on. Are you insulting them? “Thanks Mom.” You say giving Pepper another hug.

Later that night you find yourself looking at the ring as you sit on your bed. Your birthday has been pretty perfect, but you can’t help but think about the situation with the jewelry and wonder if you should have handled it differently. Should you have put on your biological mother’s jewelry instead? Should you have put on both? The questions linger in your head as you stare at the ring that you love because it came from Pepper.

“So all in all how was the big birthday?” Pepper’s voice draws you from your thoughts.

You smile before answering, “Good. I don’t think I could have asked for a better birthday.”

“You know you don’t have to wear it if it makes you uncomfortable or anything.” Pepper says as she makes her way towards your bed to sit.

You don’t understand what she means. “Huh?”

“The ring. It’s yours. But you don’t have to wear it-”

“I don’t think I’ll ever take it off.” You cut her off before she has the chance to finish her thought. “I love it Mom.” You reassure her.

“If I had known your grandparents were bringing you jewelry too, I would have saved it for another day. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable or try to, I don’t know, step over your mom’s place-” Once again you cut her off before she can finish her thought.

“You didn’t.” Pepper looks at you, trying to gauge where you are at with everything that happened tonight. “If anything, I don’t know how to feel about their gift. But I know how I feel about yours.”

“I’m not sure I know what you mean.” Pepper says. You let your hand fall so you’re not staring at the ring, but your fingers of your left hand reach to your right to twist it.

“You know how I told you she left for rehab right after I was born because I was born addicted?” Pepper nods, remembering the story you shared right after you moved in with her and Tony. “Well, that’s a story I heard from someone else. I don’t have any actual memories from her. And I have the quilt she made and now the jewelry, but…” you trail off for a moment, collecting your thoughts. “It’s hard… I don’t know if she actually left those pieces for me to have, or if Nana and Pops took them so she couldn’t sell them for drug money. Nana and Pops have told me the truth about why my biological mother isn’t here. But she was a drug addict. There was a lot of stuff that Nana would mention off hand to Pops about being gone that she missed in terms of jewelry and stuff because my biological mother sold it. So I feel like I only have these pieces because Nana hid them, not because my biological mother wanted me to have them. Getting them as gifts, it… it leaves a sour taste in my mouth. Because it’s something that Nana more wanted me to have than the mother that left me to go back to the drugs that could have killed me.” You take in a shaky inhale before continuing. “But you? You wanted me. You adopted me and you gave me stuff that was meant for your daughter.”

“You are my daughter Y/N.”

“There’s nothing saying that you and Dad won’t have a daughter one day.”

“We already do.” Pepper corrects you. “Can I sit?” She motions next to you. You nod. She sits next to you, wrapping her arm around you. You lean into the scent of lavender that calms you especially when coming from Pepper. “You’re my kid. Whether or not your dad and I have more kids one day, you will always be my first born. That’s why I wanted to give the ring to you. Because it felt the way it did when my mom gave the ring to me. It felt right. And one day, you’ll feel the same way when you give it to your kid. You’re my kid.”

“I feel…” You stop yourself, not sure if you should even voice it.

“You feel…?” Pepper asks, but doesn’t push.

You decide to start it a different way. “I worry that Nana and Pops might hate that I found you to be my mom.”

“If they do, we can sit down and talk with them. With everything else you have on your plate, you don’t need to be worried about anything else. Right now, you just need to focus on staying with the things that make you happy.” Pepper says, running her hand through your hair, hoping it will calm you. “You don’t need to spend your birthday night stressing.”

“I love you Mom.”

“I love you too sweetheart. Always have, always will.”

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Mixtape of Our Love -Ch. 1: Violet

"I don't understand why we even went to that party. It was no more fun than if we'd stayed in and played board games," Spencer complained. Not only had JJ and Penelope dragged him away from his nighttime reading, but they'd screwed up their usual night before school routine. Sure, the smile on Spencer's mother's face whenever she saw his friends taking him out to socialize was nice, but the party was a bust. The punch probably would have been fine if nobody had spiked it, but it seemed that most of the student body in attendance that night wanted to start their school year off hungover. "Are you even okay to drive?"

"Spencer, you don't have a license and Garcia can't walk on her own, I'm kind of the only option. Besides, I didn't drink the punch, only had two beers, and got something to eat before we left," JJ reasoned with him. Rather than admit she was right, Spencer just sat back in the backseat of JJ's car and stared out the window as she drove towards the apartment complex he lived in with his mother. "Hey Spence, I'm gonna need you to make sure that Garcia gets inside her place."

"Okay," Spencer agreed. JJ stopped to let them out and then sped home, wanting to make it before her dad came down to lock the gate. She was sure that he knew about the party, it'd been a tradition since he was in high school to go buck wild the night before school. JJ remembered hearing Roslyn coming home from that party at night. Their parents hadn't told either girl that they weren't allowed to go, but after what happened to Roslyn, Richard had gotten much more strict.

"Stealth mode," JJ muttered to herself as she turned her car lights off. She got past the gate at the opening of their driveway and then parked her car about a quarter of the way down. That way, it was unlikely that her parents would be woken up by the sound of her car's engine or the closing of her car door. JJ snuck around to the basement window, which she had left open, and then climbed inside. She landed with a soft thud on a pile of blankets she'd laid out earlier and then made her way upstairs.

JJ knew that her father would get the notification on his phone that their gate was open in just a few minutes, so she had to be fast. It was an every night ordeal, Richard not closing the gate when he got home from work. Sandy would go unlock the gate when she left to check on JJ's grandparents in the morning, it'd be locked again by the time that JJ got back from school, and she'd leave it unlocked, but shut for her dad when he got home. Since she'd gotten her license and own vehicle, that was the order of things at the Jareau home.

As if on cue, just as JJ was pulling back the covers on her bed and turning off her TV, she heard the heavy footsteps of her father as he walked by. He paused by her door for a moment, but then kept walking down the stairs. JJ sighed in relief and changed out of what she'd worn to the party and into a pair of pajamas. Since he didn't check on her on his way down, JJ knew that her father would on his way up. JJ brushed her teeth and sprayed herself with perfume to get rid of any trace of alcohol on her body. It wasn't uncommon for Richard to invite JJ out to the garage for a beer after dinner, but JJ had rushed off to Garcia's after dinner, so he didn't that night.

"Jenny?" Richard asked quietly as he pushed open his daughter's bedroom door. JJ's light was still on, so he had presumed that it was okay to come in. "How was game night?"

"It was fun dad," JJ answered. She felt a little bad about lying to her dad, especially not that she was on good terms with him again. After Roslyn's suicide, the relationship between JJ and her parents had left a lot to be desired. As she got a bit older and dealt with her own grief, she realized that they had been trying to be there for her, but they had also just lost one of their children. "Forget to shut the gate again?"

"I don't see how you can set the code from inside, but you can't shut it," Richard said as he sat down on the edge of JJ's bed. JJ was sitting at the vanity that she had painted with her sister whenever they were younger at their grandparents. "Are you nervous about tomorrow? I remember how crazy your sister would go before the first day, especially this one."

"I think it's going to be a good year," JJ told her father. She turned to put her hairbrush away, so she didn't see the flash of fear in his eyes at what she said. "I should go to bed though. Night dad."

"Night Jenny." Richard got up and walked out of JJ's room. He glanced over at her one last time before shutting the door and letting her get to sleep.

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Three quick knocks to JJ's door from her mother woke the teenager up like always. JJ checked the clock as she rolled out of bed. She didn't need to wake up whenever her mother left, but Sandy didn't trust JJ to wake up with her alarm after not using it all summer. Richard wouldn't be awake until after JJ was already supposed to be in school, so JJ just had to wake up at 5:45 whenever her mother left until it became a routine for her. Weekends were different though, JJ would either spend them at Garcia's or she'd roll out of bed and join her family at her grandparents' place around 1, just in time for lunch.

"Morning sunshine," Sandy greeted her daughter. JJ rubbed her eyes and grumbled about how it was too early. "Eat up, you'll feel better then."

"Promise?" JJ asked, her voice a little raspy. Sandy set a plate down in front of JJ and didn't move until the young blonde started to eat. JJ knew that her mother wanted to sit down and have some sort of little talk with her. Senior year was a big deal and a lot of pressure. It didn't help that this was the first school year that JJ was going to be off medication since the seventh grade. The old family psychiatrist had moved to Maine and the new one seemed to think JJ was too normal to need medication. "Mom, shouldn't you get going?"

"Oh, yes, you're right." Sandy threw her hands up in a frazzled-looking motion and then turned on her heels to go. JJ finished her breakfast, ignoring the fact that her mother still shaped her pancakes like Minnie Mouse. It was sort of cute and caused JJ to be overcome with a wave of nostalgia. It was bittersweet, the fun memories of family breakfasts in the morning before school. Now, she had to go through the morning motions all by herself. The cartoons that she'd watch with Roslyn were replaced by a morning run.

JJ plugged her earbuds into her phone and pressed shuffle on her phone. The music was blaring from the earbuds before they reached her ears. JJ's legs moved to match the beat of the song. She ran fast and hard, ignoring the burning in her legs and lungs. She would do this every morning, pushing herself to go longer and longer. On the outside, it looked like JJ was a dedicated athlete, but really she just wanted to reach a point where she didn't feel the emptiness of losing her first best friend.

Roslyn had been the person JJ looked up to. JJ knew that she'd gotten lucky with Roslyn, who had always made sure that there was time for JJ. Whenever Roslyn had started playing soccer, she'd let JJ sit on the sidelines at her games and during the practices. Roslyn had been the person who JJ had gone to for everything, but now JJ didn't have that and even though it had been years, JJ couldn't help but to feel so lost sometimes when she was alone. Garcia and Reid were good about being there for her though whenever she'd have particularly bad moments.

JJ turned herself around and ran back to her house. By the time she'd gotten inside, she had worked up a pretty good sweat. JJ dropped her clothes on the floor of her bedroom on the way into her bathroom. She double checked to make sure that she had set a towel by the shower before she turned on the water. JJ connected her phone to the Bluetooth speaker she kept in her bathroom and then stepped into the shower. As she washed away the sweat and grime from her run, JJ pretended that her sadness went along with it. With a content sigh, JJ turned off the water and stepped out of the shower. JJ stopped at her dresser to get some of her outfit for the day.

There had once been a time whenever JJ had put a lot of effort into what she'd wear for the first day. That had been back before she had a car and went to parties. That was a time whenever she had rarely seen her classmates over the summer because she'd been at the farm riding horses most of the summer. Of course every weekend, she'd go into the city for a playdate with Garcia, and then eventually Reid too. Once she was dressed, JJ sat at her vanity to fix her hair and put on a little makeup. It'd be gone after gym class, but if she didn't put something on, Garcia was liable to do her makeup for her in the car on the drive to school.

"Decent," JJ commented to herself. She slid the chair she'd been sitting in back and stood up to look over her ensemble fully. JJ looked good in her casual and simple, but not sloppy outfit. Her jeans were a light blue with a few small rips strategically placed. JJ had gone with a plain white long sleeved shirt that would have the sleeves halfway up her forearms by the time she got to her car. JJ turned off her speaker and went downstairs to grab her backpack and put on a pair of shoes. JJ smiled as she saw the new shoes her mother had bought her for school already sitting out.

JJ grabbed her backpack and walked into the kitchen to get her water bottle and some snacks for during the school day. She made sure to grab one of the birthday cake protein bars for Reid, who never ate breakfast at his house because he was busy with his head in a book. Garcia always had breakfast, and would have at least one snack for both JJ and Reid to eat on one of their between class breaks. JJ grabbed Reid a bottle of Powerade on her way out of her house and then ran out to her truck so they wouldn't be late to school. Since she'd gotten her license, JJ had been Garcia and Reid's ride to school. Garcia didn't like having to wait for the bus or subway and people tended to pick on Reid when he used public transportation.

Garcia and Reid were waiting outside in the parking lot for JJ when she got there. Reid got into the backseat and Garcia put her backpack next to him while JJ got the door for her. Once Garcia was settled in the passenger's seat, JJ shut the door for her and then walked around to her own side. JJ got in and buckled up, knowing that Reid was watching to make sure that she did. JJ glanced back at Reid in the rearview mirror and flashed him a smile. Much like he had whenever they had first met in middle school, he smiled at her excitedly. Not a lot had changed for their group since it had formed. Reid was literally wearing the same exact outfit he wore every single year: brown pants that had been ironed about a week ago, a light blue shirt, and a semi-ugly sweater vest that JJ had punched a guy for teasing Reid about freshman year.

"Reid, are you buckled?" JJ asked as she placed her hand on the gear shift.

"Yes, I am," Reid said and JJ shifted into drive.

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"They are really nice. Spencer can come off as a little odd, but he is super sweet and insanely smart. JJ is probably the nicest person you'll ever meet, unless you're mean to Reid or me," Garcia told Emily as they walked through the cafeteria. "I'm sure that they'll both welcome you into the group."

"Even if they don't, thank you for trying," Emily said. Garcia frowned at that for a second, recognizing the self-deprecating comment from years of JJ and Reid both subtly doing it. "I don't expect myself to fit in here. I'm not even sure how long I'll be in DC for."

"Well, while you are here, you're welcome to join the band of merry outcasts. Even though JJ could definitely be the queen of the school if she really wanted to," Garcia said as they sat down at the table. "Emily, this is Spencer Reid. Reid, where's JJ?"

"I think she was talking to Will by the forks," Spencer said, not looking up from what he was writing in his notebook. Garcia cleared her throat and Spencer looked up, surprised to see Emily sitting across from him. "You were in my Advanced Literature class. Prentiss right, the ambassador's daughter?"

"Emily Prentiss." Emily reached out to shake Spencer's hand. "What are you working on?"

"Book analysis," Spencer answered. Just as he was returning to his paper, JJ came up behind him and shut his notebook. "I was working on that."

"And now you're eating lunch. Hi, Jennifer Jareau, but you can call me JJ." JJ smiled politely at Emily as she sat down next to Spencer and across from Garcia. Spencer pouted for a couple of moments and then turned his attention to his food. "Are you new here? I don't think I've seen you before."

"Oh yeah, my family moved back to DC after awhile. I'm Emily," Emily said, hoping that nobody caught the fact that her voice was slightly higher than normal. "It's nice to meet both of you."

"I wouldn't speak so soon, Spence here hasn't told you about meat processing while you're trying to enjoy your chicken nuggets," JJ joked as she nudged Spencer.

"I don't know why you're still upset about that because since then you have eaten at least 326 chicken nuggets," Spencer said and JJ rolled her eyes at him. "Not counting the ones on your plate or whatever you took from Will when you were talking. What I said didn't deter you in the slightest."

"So Emily, how long has it been since you've lived in DC?" Garcia asked Emily, hoping to deter JJ and Reid's little back-and-forth.

"Well, we moved to Europe when I was like six, but I spent a summer around here when I was 14. I spent most of my time hanging out in federal buildings though with one of my old friends, Aaron," Emily answered. Garcia kept Emily talking until she stumbled upon something that Emily and the other could bond over.

#jemily #criminal minds fanfiction #mixtape of our love

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the fall part twenty - all hallow's eve

basic summary: it's jamie's birthday, and his brothers are determined to make his day good for him. also, rhea, jackie and aaron do bad shit again. surprise, surprise.

trigger warnings: flashback, extreme distress, hypnosis

tagslist: @synonymsforzombie @spicydanhowell @skyewardlight @dreaming-of-stories-and-stars @cest-mellow @graveyardlettuce @lower-your-expectationss

"jamie, jamie, jamie! get the hell up, man!"

jamie groaned and rolled over, unfolding his arms and blinking in the sudden light. above him, he could see a blonde head, blue eyes and a big grin, along with a hand that shook his shoulder. "wakey wakey, eggs and bakey. well, pancakes and bakey. or just pancakes. we made pancakes. jamie, wake u-up!"

jamie pulled a hand from underneath the covers and flipped chase the bird before yanking his blankets over his head.

"oh, don't be like that," he heard chase scoff. suddenly the blankets were being torn off, and jamie hissed playfully, unable to hide a grin. chase laughed. "get up, lazy ass! and happy birthday! happy halloween birthday to the pumpkins!"

he left the room, leaving the door wide open. jamie rolled his eyes with a dramatic sigh despite no one being there to see it. he sat up and finally got out of bed, glancing at his phone (not that he needed to in order to know what time it was, he was always aware of the time anyway) to see it was eleven o'clock. he'd slept a full ten hours. better than usual, he thought as he pulled some clothes out of the assorted pile his brothers had put together for him from their own wardrobes. usually he only got about seven.

he brushed his hair and went downstairs, where everyone was sitting in the kitchen, eating breakfast with innocent smiles. they had been talking in hushed tones but immediately went quiet when jamie came in, trying and failing to act completely natural. "ok, what's going on?" jamie sighed dramatically, swinging his hands out as he signed. "is it a special day or something?"

"happy happy birthday!" marvin cheered, pushing a huge box from underneath the kitchen table. henrik and chase followed suit with slightly smaller boxes, grinning. "you're thirty and also three now! like two birthdays in one!"

jameson couldn't help but laugh. "i don't need presents - you guys are sweet, though. please, don't do too much just for me."

"but it's your first birthday with us!" chase cried, lifting his box onto the table. "this is fudging special! also, we have to do gift unwrapping and cake cutting soon, cause i gotta go get the kids in like, half an hour. stacy's actually coming with us to take them trick or treating, how cool is that?" marvin and henrik cheered, and jamie clapped with a big grin at the delighted look on chase's face. "i know, right? oh my god, before we do birthday stuff, guess what louise is going as for halloween."

"sonic," marvin said immediately.

chase giggled, pushing his cap up further as jamie sat himself down on the seat next to him. "you'd think, huh? but no. try again."

"someone from teenage mutant ninja turtles?" henrik asked before taking a sip of his coffee. chase shook his head.

marvin blew his hair out his face. "anyone from sonic at all?"

chase grinned and nodded. "she's going as tails the fox. do you wanna know why?" the other three nodded. chase leaned back in his chair. "because she's making connor go as sonic. she wants to be tails this year because he can fly."

there was a pause before everyone laughed, henrik choking on his coffee. "dear god," he managed once he'd finished his coughing fit. "that's the first time in maybe four years she hasn't gone as sonic, correct?"

"yes!" chase wheezed, wiping tears from his eyes. "she came up to me and stacy and was like "mama, papa, i don't want to go as sonic this year" and we were internally like "finally, she's leaving her sonic obsession behind" and stacy goes "oh, so who do you want to be?" all sweetly and connor - connor fudging runs in dressed all in blue like "i'm sonic now!" swear to god i lost my mind. i'm still losing my mind, christ."

jamie listened to them chatter for a few minutes, content just to hear them talk. he'd missed a lot in his life, it seemed. maybe now was the time to catch up. just the thought made him smile.

"so jamie!" marvin said, snapping him from his thoughts. "present time! open mine last, i think you'll really like it."

"my present is probably the most pathetic," henrik said sheepishly, sliding the crinkly, rectangular package over to him. "i didn't really know what to get you and i've been - ok, i won't give excuses. i hope you like it anyway."

jamie smiled wide. "thank you, henrik. i wasn't expecting a lot anyway. honestly, i don't like receiving gifts. makes me feel strange. but you guys are too nice, you really are."

he gently undid the paper and grinned at the contents. a large stack of candles, all different scents and such. "henrik, this is great!"

henrik shrugged, trying to hold back a small smile. "i'm glad you like it. i was worried you would think it was silly."

the next present was chase's. he seemed very excited to hand over his present, practically vibrating as he passed him the large box. it rattled as jamie took it, something sliding around the top. "it's two presents in one," chase beamed, shaking hair out his face. "come on, open it!"

"give the man a second to breathe, chaser," marvin laughed as jamie rolled his eyes teasingly, deliberately making fun of chase's impatience by opening the box extremely slowly. by the time he'd opened it fully, chase was almost standing in his chair. jamie stuck his tongue out and pulled out a box of chocolate poptarts, to which he raised an eyebrow with a grin.

chase groaned. "those are just extra, look at the real present beneath! i wanna see what you think!"

it was a strange sort of ball. "it's called a moon light," chase explained. "they're so pretty! i thought you could use one for your room, even if you can't see the colours."

jamie turned it over in his hands, smiling. "it's beautiful," he signed once he'd set it down. "i love it so much, thank you."

marvin pushed his box over, grunting with the effort. "ok, so you said not to get you much, but your room was so empty and i wanted to get you something good," he said. "i think you might like this. but be careful, it's fragile."

jamie groaned. "oh, good gods," he signed before picking the box up - it was very heavy - and setting it on the table. "marvin, i don't need anything big."

"hey, it's just one thing," marvin protested. "we've barely given you anything."

"you gave me a home," jamie said without thinking. "you didn't have to do that but you did, even though you had no reason to trust me. you could have sent me away and you didn't and i honestly believe that's the best thing you could ever done for me."

he stared at the package without blinking and didn't look up at his brothers.

"oh - oh, jamie," marvin said softly. "fuck, of course we'd give you a home. you're our brother and we love you."

"yeah!" chase chipped in. "we know you're not anti, and we know you don't think like him. jackie was the fool there."

"you've never given us reason not to trust you," henrik murmured. he placed a hand on jamie's, so gently. "you're a wonderful man and we all know it. we wouldn't do all this for you if we didn't trust you, and we do. we do, ok? we love you so much."

jamie suddenly felt lucky he talked using his hands, otherwise he'd be bursting into tears. he nodded vigorously and quickly unwrapped his present, gasping softly when he saw the beautiful vinyl player inside the box. shiny and dark, with a frank sinatra vinyl at the top of the box. jamie blinked, taking it in. "marvin, it's - beautiful, thank you. this is too much, how much even was this?"

marvin grinned. "a magician never reveals his secrets."

"let's set it up in your room," henrik said excitedly, eyes shining. "oh, i love vinyls, i don't even have a player for them but i own so many and i'm sure you can borrow them -"

"ah, 'scuze me," chase interrupted, holding up both hands. "i have to leave very soon. it's saturday. let's do cake and then i'm bolting."

marvin leapt up, singing to himself as he danced round the table, and jamie snorted. "we're actually doing cake? seriously?"

"of course we are!" marvin almost shouted, digging through the fridge. "who do you think we are, james? a family that doesn't do cake? unheard of." he turned round, an enormous grin on his face as he lifts the pink cake up. "it's cake time, gentlemen!"

they cut slices of the cake, laughing and talking and complimenting marvin on the cake, which he'd apparently baked himself. jamie got the biggest slice and almost couldn't manage the full thing despite how good it was. about twenty minutes later, chase got up to leave, ruffling jamie's curls as way of saying goodbye. "see you fuckers later," he said, doing finger guns before wincing. "shit, i should stop swearing. fuck. i mean - not fuck. just - ahhh, i'll see you dorks later. adios."

"dorks? really?" henrik called after him. chase stuck his hand through the front door again to flip him off.

the rest of the day passed pretty smoothly. chase texted them a few times with updates, at one point sending pictures of the kid's fantastic costumes mixed in with heart eyed reaction images. the three other brothers went out to mcdonald's for lunch and got enough chips to fill nearly a whole tray, which was apparently enough to make chase jealous. he later sent pictures of him, connor and louise at the park with huge ice creams in hand. "gods, it's no wonder people call us childish," jamie laughed teasingly, dipping about ten chips into his own tub of ice cream at once.

"who's calling us childish?" marvin jokingly exclaimed, crossing his eyes and making an exaggerated face of anger. "give me names, i'll challenge them to a duel."

"point proven," henrik sing-songed, sticking his tongue out. "don't cross your eyes or your face will get stuck like that. james, i cannot believe you eat your chips with ice cream and genuinely believe it tastes nice. you are a disgrace to humanity."

"let's all dip our chips in ice cream to piss off henrik," marvin grinned, and he and jamie smacked their soggy chips together with a cry of "cheers!" henrik spluttered, shaking his head in disgust.

"people like you are the reason the mcdonald's ice cream machines are always broken," he scoffed, flicking some ketchup from his burger at marvin. "the employees see you coming and go "ah, scheisse, it is the magic cat bastard again, about to dip his chips in ice cream like some kind of animal. sorry, sir, machines are broke." you disgust me."

"a-w, what about me?" jamie pouted teasingly, sticking out his bottom lip.

"not you, jamie, you are a treasure and we're happy to have you here," henrik said warmly. then he made a face at marvin. "you, however -"

they were interrupted when chase sent a photo of him, stacy and the kids, chase proudly holding up a cheese and onion bake from gregg's. they then all collectively agreed he was a teasing bastard and moved on.

they bickered all the way home about what movie to watch. "it's halloween," henrik argued, smoothing his hair out his face. "we should obviously watch a nightmare before christmas."

"i think we should watch dawn of the dead just to piss chase off," marvin grinned.

"what, dawn of the dead, 2004, you mean?" henrik laughed. marvin shook his head, grimacing and widening his eyes in mock horror.

"i think chase would kill us," he giggled. "which might be funny, but it's jamie's birthday, so he should pick." they both turned to him. "what do you think?"

jamie shrugged. "i don't know. i haven't seen all that many films, even when i was with you. i did watch a few with anti, though."

"ooh, like what?" marvin asked curiously. he nearly walked into a streetlamp but managed to smoothly dodge it. "what movies did the fantastic antisepticeye have to show?"

jamie wiggled his mustache, thinking. "hot fuzz. and i watched a documentary about penguins when he was passed out once. then there was the night we were both up with nightmares and pulled an all nighter to watch a movie about chickens."

"another documentary?" henrik wondered. "anti doesn't seem like the documentary type."

jamie shook his head. "no, an animated one. it had a chicken and a - a fish and a goose and a pig? i think?"

"...charlotte's web?" henrik guessed slowly.

marvin elbowed him. "charlotte's web was about a spider, you numpty. d'you mean, uh… chicken run?"

"free birds?" henrik asked. "me and chase watched that last year with connor and louise."

"wasn't that about turkeys?" marvin giggled.

henrik rolled his eyes. "and when was there a fish in charlotte's web?"

"there was definitely a fish in charlotte's web!"

"they lived on a farm -"

dapper whistled sharply, interrupting them. "no, no. there were aliens. robot aliens. made the sky fall like jackie did."

the two went silent. then henrik spoke. "are you saying you and anti watched chicken little?"

jamie snapped his fingers. "that's the bitch!"

marvin let out a disbelieving laugh. "chicken little? the little bitch with the glasses and the goose girlfriend or something? and anti watched it with you?"

"to be fair, we were both tired and miserable and didn't really care all that much," dapper signed casually. "i think we fell asleep anyway. i just remember during the incident with jackie, i was thinking about that chicken."

there was a long pause as they crossed the street and walked past the corner shop in the direction of their flat. "i don't believe it," henrik eventually mumbled. "fucking - anti. fucking anti willingly watching chicken little with you. i can't picture it. i can't. that's literally incomprehensible to me."

by the time they got home, it was four o'clock, and they decided on ordering pizza for dinner. "i haven't eaten a single healthy food today," marvin announced, almost proudly. "i want a meat feast with barbeque sauce and stuffed crust."

"how much money do you think we have, bastard?" henrik despaired, but when he called the pizza place to ask for hawaiian for himself and plain cheese for jamie, he heard him add stuffed crust to marvin's order.

they sat down in the living room and started up the tv, the three of them snuggling up on the one couch. "you mock us for chips and ice cream, yet you eat pineapple on pizza," marvin accused, throwing his legs across jamie's.

"hawaiian pizza is perfectly respectable," henrik said lightly. "anyway, let's watch a movie. then we can set up the player in jamie's room while we wait for chase to come back."

"will we get trick or treaters?" jamie wondered. neither man saw his hands, so he whistled and repeated the question. henrik shook his head.

"we don't get them because we live in a flat," henrik said. "i suppose since we're on the bottom and therefore get two floors, we could technically try it. maybe next year."

"definitely next year," jamie agreed. "it sounds fun."

they did end up watching a nightmare before christmas while they ate their pizza. the music and animation was lovely, and henrik didn't shut up the whole time. "i absolutely love this song," he said as the oogie-boogie man appeared on screen with his dice. "i used to listen to the soundtrack of this film all the time, it always manages to fit with each character and such -"

"henrik," marvin said gently. "shush."

it was near the end of the film when someone chapped at the door. "i thought you said we didn't get trick or treaters?" jamie asked, to which marvin got up and went to go answer. jamie took henrik's hand. he hated the small part of him that was still so ridiculously afraid, especially on today of all days.

they heard the door open. "trick or treat!" came two small voices, and one familiar one. jamie and henrik laughed in relief upon hearing chase and the kids coming inside, laughing and chattering loudly. marvin peeked into the room and grinned.

"guess who's back!" he cheered. behind him, connor and louise leapt in, still wearing their costumes. everyone cheered as they posed to show them off, huge grins on their little faces. "it's sonic and tails themselves, in the flesh!"

"uncle jam, hen, marv!" the children cried, cheeks dark with cold and excitement. "look at us, we can fly and go super speed!"

"very nice!" henrik affirmed warmly, and he lifted connor onto his lap as he spun by. "come here, you ridiculous fox boy. how many sweeties did you get?"

"lots!" connor cried, and he tossed his bag from his gloved fingers onto the couch besides jamie. "dump it out, uncle jam, i wanna show off my sweets! louise - no, tails, come over here! come show your sweets. papa! where are you?"

"right here," said chase. he was laughing, and jamie realized why as he came into view; he was wearing a mask with a frankly terrifying face on it. "evening, gamers. how are we all doing?"

"what - what are you?" henrik asked in horror over the sound of marvin and jamie's laughter.

chase pulled up the mask and made a mock hurt face. "hey, i'm shadow the hedgehog! i'm being a good father by cosplaying with my kids." he lowered his voice as he shrugged his jacket off. "they made stacy go as amy."

"although technically sonic and shadow aren't friends for a long time, because shadow's really sad about maria's death and he does a lot of bad stuff that sonic doesn't like to make up for it," louise suddenly said, dropping to her knees on the floor and spilling her sweets out. "although shadow does help sonic save the world in sonic adventure 2 to try and fulfill maria's last wishes. it's not all shadow's fault, though. he was made to save maria and he failed and that really hurt him. he also got put in suspen-ded ani-ma-tion for a while, then he got used as a weapon by eggman. he's not really a bad guy. he's just had a lot of bad stuff happen to him and i love him. oh, con, i got a wispa!"

"lemme see!" connor shrieked, leaping off henrik's lap to join his sister on the floor. jamie turned to henrik and marvin with raised eyebrows, slightly taken aback and completely astonished.

"she knows a lot about sonic," chase whispered, sitting down beside them. "it's her favourite thing. one of my favourite things to do is ask her any question about it and listen to her ramble. it's so sweet. hey, lou!" louise turned round to look at him, a chocolate bar hanging out her mouth. chase grinned. "tell us some more about shadow and maria."

louise's eyes lit up. "oh! ok! well, maria was the granddaughter of this guy called gerald robotnik, who's eggman's grandfather, and gerald, kinda, he created shadow as an experiment to help maria, who was really sick…"

it was maybe ten minutes before henrik went to go make some hot chocolate for everyone, and then shouted out in surprise. "hey, what the f- what are these pumpkins doing here?"

"oh!" chase yelped, leaping to his feet. "i completely forgot! guys, guys, i said i was gonna get pumpkins for us to carve and i did! jamie, come see, we're carving pumpkins!"

and he had indeed bought pumpkins. connor and louise had each already picked one out, and jamie, henrik and marvin made a big show of arguing over the others, which really made the kids laugh. as they set up plastic bags all over the living room floor, jamie began to get really excited. he knew that he has carved a pumpkin in his introduction video that jack made, the video that had been deleted minutes after being uploaded with only anti able to recover it, but jamie didn't remember it. the weight of the pumpkin didn't feel familiar in his hands. smooth, slightly wet. the sensation was kind of awful. but jamie wasn't about to tell anyone else that. the kids were enjoying themselves, and he wasn't about to ruin that.

"now we draw faces and whatnot on them," chase said, pulling some sharpies from his pocket and tossing them in the air. "let's go, gamers. con, lou, i'll help if you need any. are you doing scary face or silly face? i can do both."

it was nearly seven o'clock now. jamie wasn't sure why, but he found something felt so off with every line he drew on the pumpkin's surface. a strange feeling of deja vu. which was ridiculous, of course. jameson hadn't ever carved a pumpkin.

"ok, now the cutting!" chase announced cheerfully. too cheerfully for the words he was saying. even in context, jamie felt sick. "louise and connor, you are absolutely not doing this part yourselves. henrik, can you - thank you, thanks. looking fantastic, jamie! how are you enjoying your carving experience?"

jamie managed to smile as he looked up, head bobbing like a doll. "good," he signed, dropping his pen. he noticed connor had gone with a scary face with gnashing teeth, and louise had gone with a cheery face with squinty eyes. "they look great, kids."

"thank you, jam-jam!" connor squealed in a silly voice, with louise repeating right after. jamie laughed silently, feeling his head spin.

"you know how to carve it, right, james?" marvin asked. jamie jumped at his voice. marvin had pulled his hair back into a bun, a sharpie behind his ear. his grin faded slightly. "are you ok? you look a little pale."

"fine," jamie signed. he picked up the knife.

he picked up the knife

he picked up the k

"come on, dapper. you just - cut right here." anti's voice, free from static. warm and irish. "you can do it, dap. i believe in you."

blood blood blood blood blood bl

"dapper - dapper, look up. come on, you useless fuck - don't - oh, don't pass out. i'm right fucking here."

blood blood blood

"hey, dap. you're doing good. keep a hold on that knife now, eh? don't let anyone sneak up on you. always be on the lookout, that's my motto."

blood

"hey, dapper ----. look up, lift your chin."

anti's face swam into view. he looked younger. stubble on his face, shorter, less curly hair, thick gauges in his ears. a black scarf wrapped tightly around his neck. he flashed a forced smile, showing sharp fangs. "there we go. stay still and let me get these bandages on you. i'm sure you're tired, having used so much magic to keep yourself alive." he laughed hoarsely, shaking his head. "a time traveler. i can't believe ---- sent me a time traveler. ha, happy one year death anniversary to us, ----, thank you for this lovely present -"

he was more talking to himself now. dapper ---- was happy to let him. this man was kind, helping to fix up his wounds. anti - his name was anti, right? - gently wrapped the bandages round his cleaned throat. his fingers were cold. so were his eyes. dapper ---- couldn't tell what colour they were, but they looked like ice. when their eyes met, he felt a shiver go down his spine.

"look at you," anti murmured, and he smoothed dapper ----'s hair from his face. it felt nice, and he leaned into the touch. anti hummed softly. "look at you. my time traveler. so much untapped power. i think we're gonna have fun, dapper ----." he smirked. "ha, maybe i should come up with a better name. dapper's a shit name. and as funny as it would be to call you ----, i think i'd have to kill you. look up, dap-dap. ok, nevermind, that's an awful nickname. dapper it is."

he took his hands away and leaned back, studying him. they looked so alike. twins, almost. dapper ---- lifted his hands to his neck to grace the bandages, wincing. anti watched him.

"thank you," dapper ---- signed.

anti frowned. "what's that sign?" he repeated it after him, placing his hand to his chin and extending it outwards. "i don't know any bsl."

dapper tried to mouth the words, but he wasn't used to moving his mouth to form words, and he knew he looked clumsy. "thank you," he signed again, trying to make his tongue go to the right places. anti's eyes widened in understanding, and he signed it too, both of them moving in unison.

"ok, cool!" anti beamed. he made the sign again. "i should learn bsl. might come in handy, and i suppose if i have to put up with you, i might as bloody well. oh, don't look so put out, dap." anti tilted his head and his smile faded to a more genuine state, less forced. "i suppose a weapon like you is worth learning a language for."

"jamie, jamie, jamie - look up, hey. it's just me, be - be careful, drop that knife. drop that knife, james. look up. look up at me."

his hands were covered in - no, they weren't covered in blood, they weren't, they weren't. they were shaking. just shaking. pale, white hands. silver knife. dapper knew what silver looked like.

"jamie." warm and irish. not anti. of course not anti. dapper would never hear anti's voice again. "jamie. hey - chase, get the kids upstairs. pumpkin's are basically done anyway. jameson, hey, it's me. it's marvin. henrik's here too. can you look up, hon? come on, it's ok, you're ok. just us."

just them. kitten, doctor, jinx, dapper, and the gunman's children. six peas in a pod. he was going to be sick.

"fine," he signed numbly. "i'm fine. i'm fine."

once upon a time there was a scared time traveler without a voice and without a soul of his own, born into a world that wanted him dead from the beginning, a world that he came into bleeding, a world that knew the pain that was in store and tried to end it for him early, a world that was cold but contained a brother who spoke in lies and said he loved him, said he was safe, anti, i was never safe and you are a fucking fool, why did you let me save myself, why do i have to still love you?

"i want this to stop," dapper signed, jameson signed, damien signed, mustache signed, anti signed, what was his fucking name again? "i'm just tired. i'm sorry."

"that's ok," kitten - marvin - murmured softly. he touched dapper's - jameson's, jamie's - hand just slightly, grounding him. "we're here. it's ok. it's ok."

it wasn't ok. it was never ok.

that night, jamie awoke with a nightmare.

he wasn't sure what it was, just that when he sat up in bed, his heart was racing loudly in his ears and he was sweating, breathing hard like he'd been running. maybe he had, in his dream. a few minutes passed before he slipped out of bed and padded down to the kitchen to get a drink of water. he definitely needed one.

he couldn't believe he'd lost it like that. in front of the kids, as well - jamie had never been so ashamed of himself. just from holding a knife! he shook his head in disgust, balling his fists up and digging his uneven nails into his palms. it was pathetic how easily upset he was. how easy it was to become silly, naive little dapper again. some days he wondered if he was even jameson jackson at all.

he got a drink. a cup of water, then another, to soothe his pounding headache. his whole body felt slightly numb, and in the silence of the house, he could hear his slightly wheezing breaths. he drank more water. his chest felt that little bit looser.

then something crashed outside and jamie was up like a shot.

he could hear someone just outside the front door. someone scrabbling to pick something up, someone groaning and making small, pained noises. jamie's heart raced as he marched to the door, hand on the lock. he realized he wasn't armed. didn't have a knife on him like he usually did. always be on the lookout, was his motto.

well, if there was anything jamie had learned from being dapper, it was that anything could work as a weapon if you were caught off guard. he grabbed the broom that was leaning on the sideboard and threw the door open, jabbing the handle out the door to hit whatever intruder might be there. instead, he heard someone gasp loudly, and just managed to see a glitching flash of light before the person scrambled to the side of the door, just barely out of jamie's line of sight. they'd left a bag on the ground. a black and white flying tiger bag - one of jamie's favourite stores back when he was dapper. he picked it up, not looking to his left to see the intruder. he could hear them breathing. jamie peeked inside the bag, blocking everything else out as he looked.

a black sketchbook. a black sketchbook and a plastic container of greyscale markers. not only that, but there was a millie's cookies bag, containing what jamie knew to be a deluxe rainbow cookie. anti had always joked about the irony of them being his favourite. he laughed silently and opened the sketchbook to the first page. inside, scribbled in the top left corner, was the word "payback" with a small >:) face next to it.

jamie could see anti out the corner of his eye, still pressed against the wall. he didn't look at him. instead, he pulled his phone from his pocket - thank the gods he'd fallen asleep in his clothes - and quickly opened his text to speech app. there was an awkward pause while he did so, and for a moment jamie was afraid anti would bolt regardless of whether he was still there. but then it loaded and he wrote what he had to say, fingers flying across the keyboard, and held the phone up for the other man to hear.

thank you for the present. and thank you for having the sense to not try and deliver it until you thought i was asleep, even if you are a dumbass and alerted me anyway. night, anti.

anti didn't reply, of course. jamie didn't look at him. he simply closed the door and went back inside.

"evening, auggie! you're back early, i thought you were having a halloween celebration or something."

anti rolled his eyes at the sound of his roommate's voice. it was coming from the kitchen, so anti shrugged his jacket off and went straight to his room instead. carlos followed him. "hey, where you going? it's an all hallow's eve full moon, mate! come on, have a drink or something."

anti flipped him off. carlos pouted, sticking his already very pointy chin out further. he looked a lot like shaggy from scooby doo, anti thought, and tried not to laugh at the thought.

carlos held up a hand before turning and darting into the living room, coming out a moment later with a notebook and pen. "gotta keep one of these handy at all times, huh?" he laughed, snorting. anti resisted the urge to roll his eyes again, and carlos collected himself. "so. were you at a halloween party or something?"

anti frowned and began to write. no, why the fuck would i be? do i look like i go to holiday themed parties?

carlos raised his hands. "ok, ok. you left with a bag, and also you asked if we owned "wrapping paper or some fucking shit along those line, maybe even a bloody bow at the very least" earlier, so i assumed you were going to a party."

who the fuck gives presents for halloween???

carlos shrugged. "i dunno, you?"

anti sighed deeply. it's my brother's birthday, fuck's sake. can you move out my way so i can go to my room please?

"what - oh hey, no, stay and have a drink!" carlos protested, moving to block anti's way again. "come on, august, you're no fun. anyway, if it's your brother's birthday, why didn't you stay and celebrate with him? it looks like you just dropped his present and bolted."

anti snorted. basically. we're not on the best of terms. he wouldn't have wanted to see me. also, i can't drink. i'm fairly certain i've told you this.

carlos shook his hair out his face, scratching the back of his neck. "why'd you give him a present then? also, i know you can drink because you bought like, three bottles of jack daniel's a week or so ago, you're talking pish. now stop being antisocial and have fun for once."

anti's pen scribbled across the page. i have epilepsy, you bastard. also, i don't have to explain myself to you. so go away.

carlos crossed his arms. "this is my flat. you're the one who's paying to stay here. also, also, you probably shouldn't be drinking if that's a trigger for your epilepsy or whatever? that's not a good idea? why would you do that to yourself, anyway?"

because i hate myself. also, you pay to stay here too. you just paid first.

he tried to push by carlos, but the man spread his arms out to block his way, a cheeky grin on his face. anti wanted to hit him. "now now, auggie, i am not letting you spend the rest of your night being depressed in your room. you do that every night. even if you don't drink, come and sit in the living room at least! i was planning to invite some friends round if that's ok by you. it'll be fun!"

anti clenched his fists, face twitching before he calmed himself enough to write again. i'd rather sleep for twelve hours than watch you make out with your partners all night. if you aren't going to move i will fucking stab you and i am not joking.

to anti's absolute rage, carlos just laughed upon reading what he'd written. "you're funny, aug. and they have names, you know. johanna and robert. they're cool people! you might like them." he raised an eyebrow, showing his palms to the ceiling. "johanna's a firefighter, and robert collects knives. you like knives, right? i think you could be friends."

anti tried to keep ahold of his anger, but really, he was still partially in a good mood from jameson accepting his present, and he was also too tired to do much. he sank into himself, blowing the air out his cheeks. i don't want to, ok? not tonight.

carlos sighed. "i - sure. sure. but mate, you really have to stop isolating yourself. i'll admit i don't know a lot about you, but i'd like to, you know? you seem like a cool guy." he stepped aside, leaving room for anti to go into his room. then he widened his eyes, and held up a hand. "wait! let me show you what i learned." he pinched his thumb and pointer finger together in an open and closed motion in front of his face. the sign for "talk." then carlos frowned. "i, uh, forgot the sign for "later." i swear i learned it. i'm trying to learn, like, basic phrases. here, i can -" he held up his hands and signed each letter of the word "later," grinning proudly once he'd finished.

anti blinked in surprise. he wasn't even sure what to say - the fact that this man he barely knew was doing anything for him was amazing. slowly, hesitantly, he put out his pointer finger and dragged it through the air, pausing a couple of times. "later." carlos repeated after him. he smiled wide.

"cool!" he breathed, signing the full phrase. "i should definitely learn more bsl. might as well if i'm gonna be putting up with you, eh, august?" he laughed and stepped back, nearly walking into the living room doorway. "thanks. you're cool, mate."

anti just nodded. then he turned and went into the darkness of his room.

he didn't want to turn the light on. it was far too quiet, so he threw himself down on his bed and put his headphones on, staring out the window. carlos had been right - there was a full moon. a full moon on halloween. strange. that almost never happened.

anti's heart was racing and he wasn't sure why. he placed his fingers on his wrist to check his pulse, then on the area behind his ears. why was he suddenly so worked up? he almost laughed. it was always the littlest things these days. always the littlest things.

he closed his eyes and listened to the music in his ears.

kazuki kamata was an unusual woman.

anyone who knew her would tell you that. while she was kind, she was also sometimes merciless, and would do almost anything for those she cared about. she was a protector. she was fire and she was ice. no one knew where she went at nights when she left hecate. no one knew who her friends or family were. no one knew if kazuki was even her real name. some speculated she was on the run for murder. one man swore he heard a rumor that she was a world famous arsonist.

kazuki never indulged any of these rumors. she'd never needed to. people parted for her in the streets, magicians or not. people could sense her power. who would dare argue with that? no one with sense. no one ever challenged her.

until him. that skinny, green haired bastard that one of kazuki's magicians had brought in one day, the hyper irishman who apparently had no magic specialty and just did whatever the fuck he wanted. marvin mcloughlin. kazuki disliked him from the start. he was a dickhead and he didn't follow rules, he was arrogant and selfish and loud and he was an embarrassment to their organization. she couldn't count the amount of times naomi gudmundson, the poor agrokinesis girl, had come to her office to apologize for his behaviour without his knowledge. he was, to be frank, a fucking idiot. and kazuki was sick of him.

she planned to give him a notice of leave, informing him that he would no longer be welcome in their organization. it was a few days or so before she was going to do it when she found the man in the stairwell of one of their halls, curled in on himself and sobbing. kazuki had just waited to see if he'd notice her there, because what else was she supposed to do? eventually he'd glanced up, gasping at the sight of her. "i - i - miss kazuki, uh, miss kamata!" he'd spluttered, scrubbing fat tears from his splotchy red face. "i'm - i should - i'm sorry, i'll go, didn't mean to disturb -"

"it's ok," she'd said softly. to his disbelief, and her own, she'd sat down on the step next to him, wincing at the cold, hard floor under her. she shifted, trying to get comfortable. "are you alright, mr mcloughlin?"

he'd shook his head, sniffling and desperately trying to cover up his face while he wiped it off. "i'm fine," he muttered, turning away. "it's nothing, i'm ok. you should probably go. i'm sure you have important hecate work to do or some shit."

kazuki narrowed her eyes. "i'd kindly thank you not to curse like that in my presence, mcloughlin. i don't take well to such disrespect."

marvin had flushed, shoulders shooting to his ears. "sorry," he mumbled. "very sorry. i don't - i don't mean to be rude."

his face crumpled further, and he buried his face in his knees, shaking slightly. kazuki found herself softening. she knew she shouldn't. she knew she should get to her feet and leave before something happened that she would regret. but she didn't. "tell me what's wrong, mr mcloughlin," she murmured. the air around them seemed to thicken, and marvin sat up slightly, shaking his head and blinking rapidly as though it would stem the rapid flow of tears.

"had a fight with my brother and his friends," he mumbled. "it's - it's so stupid. i'm sorry, i'm - i'm really sorry!"

he gave a gasping sob and doubled over, shoulders shaking. kazuki screwed up her face. fuck, but she had no clue what to do. the kid was having a full blown panic attack from the looks of it. should she… without thinking, she stretched out a hand and touched his shoulder, warm magic flowing through her hand. "you're ok," she reassured, watching his turquoise eyes calm. "you're alright. what were you fighting about?"

he shook his head. "dumb shit. my brother's friend h-henrik, he got hurt recently and he hates me, and yet jackie - my brother - he gets mad at me when i get on at him, but he's such a p-prick and his brother used to like me b-before i met henrik but now he's - he's mad at me too, they all are. assholes." he let a hiccuping sob that sounded almost like a laugh. "i sound like such a ch-child, i'm sorry. i'm just really tired. i'm sorry. i'm always such a dick and i don't mean to, i'm just really angry all the time and i don't know why and i'm sorry, i really don't mean to be -"

he gasped, and kazuki gripped his arm tightly. "breathe," she said quietly. "you're going to pass out if you don't calm down."

"please don't kick me out!" he blurted, more tears pooling in his eyes. slit eye pupils, like a cat's. diamond shaped. kazuki had never noticed that. "please, i know you're going to kick me out of hecate and i really don't want to - to go, i - please, i promise i'll stop being an asshole and i won't pick fights with raymond and i'll -" he coughed wildly, covering his mouth. "i'm so sorry. i've b-been acting like a child. i promise you i'll be better."

and it was then that kazuki came to a quiet realization.

"you can stay," she said firmly, and marvin's face lit up. she held up a hand to stop him. "but you do have to promise that you'll be more careful of your words and actions in the future. we've had several complaints about you from other members, and if you don't change your ways i'm afraid i will have to do something about it. do you understand?"

he nodded frantically, a smile cracking his face. "yes, of course - thank you, thank you so much." he wiped his face with his sleeve again, sniffling. "i - i don't want to leave this place. it's basically been my escape from home when i'm not with naomi, and i wouldn't want to lose it. really, i… i don't mean to be a dick. i promise."

kazuki learned something that day. and what she learned was that no matter how hard she tried, she was always going to come back to love. she was always going to feel empathy, she was always going to want to comfort people who were hurting, and there was a part of her that was always going to feel so painfully human. she saw herself in this young, green haired magician. and she unfortunately grew to care about him as time passed. even once she'd discovered he'd been practicing darker magics and made him promise to stop. even once he'd left hecate. she was so human sometimes. it was nice to be reminded of that.

tonight, back in the present, she was thinking about him.

she did that sometimes. it made her wonder how things might have been if she had been different towards marvin. if she had been less cold. kazuki didn't like to be close to people. kazuki didn't want to let herself care about anyone. she thought maybe, if she stayed indifferent, she'd stop. but… she hadn't, had she? she loved marvin. he was like a dumbass child who cursed a lot and interrupted meetings and made a nuisance of himself. and she loved him. he reminded her... he reminded her of her brother who she'd lost so long ago.

she suddenly remembered his book of magic. the one he'd given to her in exchange for her help all those months ago. she still had it in her drawers in her office, right at the back of the one on the bottom. really, she shouldn't have taken it from him in the first place. "you're an idiot, kazuki," she sang to herself under her breath as she pulled the key off the chain on her neck. "you never know what you want."

the drawer was empty.

kazuki stared into it. the drawer was empty. the drawer couldn't be empty.

she stood and marched briskly out her office, heart racing but face void of emotion. she was good at that. "alana!" she snapped, and the purple haired magician who had been walking by stopped dead with wide eyes. kazuki frowned down at her. "have you seen anyone come into my office at all today?"

alana shook her head. "no, miss kamata. only you."

kazuki's heart skipped. "alana. what do you mean, only me?"

the girl looked confused. "you were here earlier, miss kamata. you told me and tony to look alive, i believe? why?"

kazuki just shook her head. she couldn't breathe all of a sudden.

"because i haven't been here all day," she murmured, far too quietly.

it seemed the past was catching up to her.

"this is perfect!" rhea cackled. she was spinning in a circle with the book clutched to her chest. "so much magic, so many spells! can you believe that air magic bitch kept it in a drawer in her office? fucking sentimental sap. shouldn't make things so easy to get to."

"ok, and was risking our fucking lives worth that stupid book?" aaron suddenly spat from the couch he was curled up on. jackie flinched. rhea did not. she stopped spinning and glared at him, eyes narrowing with venom.

"it was, actually," she said, her light tone contrasting with her ice cold expression. "jackie's brother is extremely powerful and he has basically every spell he knows in this book. is that correct, jackie?" she turned to him, and jackie took an instinctive step back. "tell your boyfriend that i'm right."

jackie… honestly wasn't sure what rhea wanted with marvin's magic. however, it had been her idea to sneak into hecate and steal it while jackie and aaron kept watch, and the plan has worked, so he supposed no losses had been made. but it seemed aaron has taken this as a personal attack. "you fucking asshole," the blonde hissed, suddenly getting to his feet. "do you have any goddamn care for anyone but yourself?"

jackie laughed nervously, raising his hands. "guys, let's not do this."

they both ignored him. "you're a selfish fucking cunt and all you want is to use us for your gain," aaron seethed, his face red with sudden anger. "we could have gotten in big trouble - breaking into a place like hecate is no fucking joke, rhea, and we're not up for playing your games anymore. tell her that, jackson!"

rhea smiled at aaron cruelly, not an ounce of warmth in her face. "i'm apparently doing a better job of protecting you two than you are," she beamed, voice strained with a thin veil of rage. "you're completely incompetent without someone to guide you. i'm trying to help you and have been from the goddamn start. you would have fucking died without me and i'm honestly starting to wish i had let you."

jackie jumped in before punches could be thrown. "guys!" he shouted, pushing them both away from each other. "you're being fucking ridiculous. rhea, explain why you needed us to get marvin's magic when we already have access to basically all his black magic spells. aaron, you…" he hesitated. "you just… calm down."

aaron spluttered while rhea sat on her couch nearest the window. "ok," she smirked, folding her legs under her. "your brother is an extremely powerful mage, jackie. and while his black magic is strong, the rest of his magic is stronger."

"nothing is stronger than black magic," aaron said through gritted teeth. jackie took his hand and ran his thumb along the back of it soothingly.

rhea cocked her head. "and that's where you're wrong. white magic can be just as powerful, if not more. see, aaron, you're like - you know how in movies there's the dumb guy who always tries to solve his problems by using brute force, and it works for a little while, but then the smart character comes in and uses their brains to solve everything?" she pointed at him with an innocent smile. "you're the dumb guy."

jackie pushed aaron back down before he could do anything he probably wouldn't regret. "let's not poke sticks right now, huh?" he said, shooting the last word at rhea. "explain what you mean, please."

she sighed. "there is no concrete line between black and white magic," she said. "and there is no actual hierarchy of magical strength. it all depends on who's controlling it, who's magic it began as, and how the spell is conducted, among many other things. it's not just "what the spell is." if it were that simple, any magician could shift as well as me, or i could bend air as well as that japanese magician." she paused to take a breath. "point is, this magic stems from a very powerful man, which would make the spells powerful. we could use these."

"and it was worth our lives?" aaron interjected smoothly.

rhea snorted. "yours, maybe."

"rhea," jackie snapped. "aaron is my boyfriend, and if you want my help, you'll have to deal with him too."

"i can fight my own bloody fights," aaron spat, pushing jackie's hand away. he glared at rhea with murder in his eyes before turning back to jackie. "and what, am i just an accessory to you? something to be dealt with? i'm a human person, jackson, and i demand respect."

rhea scoffed. "i don't know that you deserve it."

"guys," jackie protested. "aaron, just shut up -"

"you're supposed to be defending me!" aaron shouted, whirling round on him. "i'm your boyfriend, i've known you for a year now, you just met her like three weeks ago! you - don't - you're gonna trust her opinion over mine?"

jackie shook his head. "it's not like that," he said weakly. "but we need rhea on our side -"

"i don't trust her and i've made that plainly clear!" aaron despaired, grabbing jackie's shoulders without warning. "please, listen to me -"

"aaron - aaron, let go -"

"you don't believe me! i'm not just being paranoid!"

"aaron -"

"you never listen to me, you fucking asshole, i'm trying to warn you -"

"aaron, shu̸t ̸uṕ͜!"

the sudden wave of panicked magic nearly knocked him out. he staggered back, clutching his head, before he noticed what he'd done. aaron was swaying on the spot, eyes wide, mouth hanging open. jackie's heart dropped. no, no, not again, not again -

"aaron - shit, i didn't - didn't mean it," he choked out, wrapping his arms around himself. "shit -"

"oh, well done," came rhea's voice. he turned to her, vision blurred with tears, to see she'd stood up again and was now beside him, a small smile on her face. "you know, jackson, i didn't think you were the type to hypno your own boyfriend. that takes guts."

"accident," jackie sobbed. "it was an accident -"

"but you wanted to do it," she said quietly. she took his hand, and her face softened. "you wanted to hypnotize him to make him shut up. i don't blame you. you know i'm right and you feel bad because your boyfriend doesn't believe that i'm to be trusted. it must hurt. but i understand."

she pulled him into a gentle hug, facing him away from aaron so he couldn't see his face. jackie stared numbly out the living room window as rhea pat his back, speaking softly. "this is a very hard situation for you. i get it. but… you're gonna have to admit it. aaron isn't good for you. he's just holding you back."

"he's my boyfriend," jackie mumbled into her shoulder. "and he's my best friend. i love him. he's never once held me back from anything and i love him."

rhea pulled away. she studied jackie's face for a moment, expression blank. then she shrugged. "ok. well, i made you a profile on my netflix. i set your picture as the blue wally guy from black mirror because i thought it was funny. watch whatever you want, i don't judge. i'm going to my room. see you tomorrow, jackson."

she skipped out the room, jackie staring after her.

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Everything will be just fine (We moved the furniture so we could dance)

Arthur’s birthday fell late March and this year it also fell two days after his break up with Deborah “Call me Debs” Smith. Obviously he didn’t choose that time to break up with her but it had been coming for a while.

They met while at a charity night that Arthur’s work were sponsoring and Deborah’s had been in charge of the advertising for so they had been working together for weeks before the actual event happened. She had been clear from the start that she was interested in him in more than a professional way but he had managed to keep them on track until the charity night happened. Arthur’s boss after a few too many on the night suggested that Arthur be used after hearing that one of the guys they had lined up for the date auction portion of the evening had fallen ill and couldn’t come.

That had been early October and the cracks started to show by Christmas when she invited herself to his works Christmas night out and had insisted on going to a market the day him and his friends were going to do their mini Christmas. Most of them went home for Christmas so over the years they had started to do their own version the week before but he was late by almost an hour and a half which would have been more if he hadn’t threatened to leave her alone at the market so he could still make it to Percy’s before he served dinner. The argument the next day was so explosive that Arthur’s neighbour came over after with brownies and wine for him but they made up or rather she appeared the next night in a long coat and thigh high boots and nothing else. That set the pattern until the final fight where even the smallest thing was brought up before she screamed at him it was over.

The original plan had been to go for dinner and then to see Wicked after a lazy morning in bed and a flying visit to see Morgana for a home-made lunch. Deborah was reluctant to go to Morgana’s for lunch saying that they could meet her at a restaurant but it was a tradition between them since they were teenagers that the other made them lunch for their birthday. Instead it was something she had hurled in his face during their last fight – why didn’t he want her to know why it was a tradition? Did Merlin know? Why was he allowed to know but she wasn’t? Was Merlin more important than her? No, don’t answer that.

Instead he was dragged out of bed by Morgana who had used her spare key to barge into his house and destroyed his kitchen while making them pasta bake. She had, however, brought several bottles of the red wine they both liked and helped him polish off two before leaving and telling him that she wouldn’t let him waste today but after that she was giving him two more days of sulking before he was being dragged to that new tequila bar she heard about. When he went back to his living room with a new bottle he found the menu for The Princess Bride playing and an unopened bag of caramel popcorn. By the time he finished that and was just deciding what to put on next there was a knock on the door.

He opened it forgetting that he was only wearing grey jogging bottoms, an old stretched out tank top with Ibiza written on it in highlighter pink and his hair looked like he’d been dragged through a hedge backwards. It was a relief then when it was Merlin on the other side of the door with a huge smile on his face and a bag of Chinese food in his hand. He smiled as Merlin immediately reached out and pulled him into a hug, pinching his side as he heard Merlin whisper “Happy birthday Princess” into his ear.

Arthur reluctantly pulled back from the hug while grabbing the bag from him and heading back into the living room. “You’ve been spending too much time with Gwaine I think, you never use to call me that” he threw over his shoulder.

“And whose fault is that? I would’ve hung around you more if Deb” Merlin paused here to roll his eyes. “Hadn’t insisted it was weird when she broke in and we were on the couch because Morgana called dibs on your bed and you still refuse to sleep in your spare room”.

By this point he had taken off his jacket and shoes and headed into the kitchen to grab plates and cutlery, he spotted the bottles on the counter that were still unopened and picked one up. Leaning on doorway between the two rooms he tilted his head towards the bottle, passing it to Arthur and getting everything else from the kitchen before making himself at home on the couch. Arthur immediately started plating up the meals for them as Merlin grabbed the remote and queued up the original Jumanji on Netflix. They quickly fell into a comfortable silence eating and being absorbed into the movie.

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They both sighed as they readjusted after finishing their meals, Merlin leaning into Arthur’s side and Arthurs arm automatically wrapping around Merlin’s shoulders. They stayed that way through the Jumanji remake and the rest of the bottle of wine.

Arthur tightened his hold on Merlin while the end credits rolled, not realising until then just how much he missed the casual contact and intimacy between them. It was, unfortunately, one of the valid points that Deb had when they had their final argument. He and Merlin were a lot closer and comfortable with each other than most men were with their friends. He didn’t understand what her issue with it was though, she’d seen him with Leon and Percy too and they were just as free with their affection. Arguably more so given they’d known him for almost their whole lives where he hadn’t met Merlin until he transferred to their high school until the start of their third year. They had fallen into an easy friendship after a misunderstanding on the first day where Merlin thought he was bullying Elyan, Gwen’s little brother. Thankfully it was cleared up quickly and by the end of their time in high school they were rarely seen without each other.

“You know that I didn’t mean to ignore you or make you feel like I was choosing her over you don’t you?” Arthur murmured into Merlin’s hair, absentmindedly stroking up and down Merlin’s arm.

Merlin tilted his head toward Arthurs with a confused look on his face, his nose scrunching up as he tried to work out what had prompted that confession. “I know you didn’t mean that you prat, I’ve told before you can’t get rid of me that easily. You knew that when you signed up to be friends with me, no girl or boyfriend is going to change that - they haven’t before.”

“I…..uh…I was just thinking about that last fight and how she asked if she was more important than you. Which is ridiculous because I’ve known her less than six months and I’ve know you for more than six years. Why did I let her convince me that spending less time with you would fix the cracks in our relationship? You didn’t cause them; me and her being different people did and no amount of trying would change that. I don’t know, I think the wine’s gotten to me and I just wanted to know that even if she almost messed up my birthday she didn’t mess up us.” Arthur scrubbed his hand over his face and drained the last of the last dregs in his glass.

Arthur stood up and held his hand out to Merlin who silently turned off the TV and grabbed Arthurs hand and allowed himself to be led to Arthurs room. He knew that although Arthur may blame the wine that he was really effected by their lack of closeness in the past few months. They stripped down slowly and with the ease of knowing that neither of them would judge the other. As they slid into bed Merlin turned his back to Arthur knowing he would want to hold Merlin after his confession earlier.

They both slept in the next morning and woke up feeling more content than they had felt in a long time. Arthur grabbed them both shirts from his drawer and agreed to make breakfast if Merlin could find them something to watch. As he was making the pancakes he heard Merlin drop something, not an unusual sound from him but Arthur wanted to make sure he was okay. When he walked out of the kitchen he heard the words that had caused the remote to drop.

“Ladies and gentlemen of the United Kingdom, given the current situation the decision has been made to enact lockdown measures.”

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After that it was as if time was simultaneously too fast and too slow, April passed in the blink of an eye it seemed but then some weeks passed like they were drenched in syrup. They fell into a pattern quite quickly, Merlin had his work send him a laptop to work on articles and they both used the living room to work preferring to have someone to talk to while they worked. They traded off making lunch and dinner and reminding each other that they needed to move and stop working.

No matter how the week was - good, bad, quick, long they always ended it the same way by sitting on the couch watching movies and cuddling. They started by going through all the movies they had said they were going to watch while Arthur had been with Deb and then started working on their old favourites. They made a point of always wearing their most comfortable clothes while they were watching films, ordering in, opening (and finishing a bottle of wine) and changing the way they watched them. Some older ones they watched on dvd, some of them on Blu-ray and some on Disney+ (which Merlin made Arthur get a subscription for at the start of lockdown). The only official rule was that they didn’t talk about anything outside of the house during the movies.

The other rule was unspoken – no matter what had happened during the day, how shitty their bosses had been or if they had argued with each other they always went to bed at the same time and they always shared Arthur’s bed. Sleeping curled around each other always made them feel safe and any frustration or arguments between them were forgotten by morning.

It was the 27th June and that night him and Merlin decided to order in from Merlin’s favourite Italian just around the corner from Arthurs. They had splashed out on Arthurs favourite wine and decided to watch Beauty and The Beast and then Tangled. Between the food, movies and wine Arthur was content but when Merlin curled further into him he felt a rush of affection. Looking back on the time they had spent trapped in Arthurs house so far for all the frustration and anxiety it had caused them he could only feel a wave of correctness flow through him. That this was how it should always be, this house being his and Merlins home, the bed being their bed, them having a routine as a couple and being domestic with each other.

Arthur wasn’t blind, he’d known from the second he met Merlin with his bright blue eyes flashing and plush pink lips that he was going to be handsome. At the time Merlin’s limbs flailed about without warning and he hadn’t grown into his own yet but Arthur knew know that he had and while he still flailed occasionally that he was now the heartbreaker that Arthur knew he would be. He wasn’t sure when Merlin had captured his heart, he knew it was before they went to university but in the time between when they met and then he couldn’t tell. All he knew was that Merlin had taken it as if it was always rightfully his and by the time Arthur realised he knew that he would follow Merlin anywhere. Which was why he had never told him, Arthur was given the chance to have this man by his side and he wouldn’t give that up even if it meant never knowing how Merlins lips would feel on his own.

Just as he was having this realisation Tangled finished and in the moment before the credits rolled he saw them in the reflection of the TV. He saw Merlin laid along the length of the couch, his head resting on Arthurs chest and Arthur himself curled around Merlin, his forehead resting on the crown of Merlins head. He got up and offered Merlin his hand as he done every night but this time he stumbled into the table pushing it back and when Merlin went to take his hand he hit the wrong button on the remote to turn the TV off. Instead of turning off it the channel changed to a music channel with a new song starting to play.

The song washed over him and when Merlin put his hand in his he couldn’t help but pull him towards him instead. Merlin stumbling into him and resting his head in the crook of Arthurs neck, his other hand automatically reaching for Arthurs shoulder. He started to sway them together as Taylor Swift crooned to them about how there was a mysterious haze about her Lover. The longer the song went on the more he wanted it to apply to him and Merlin, he wanted Merlin to be his lover and to tell the world about it.

As the song faded out he looked down at Merlin, only to find that Merlin was staring up at him. Overcome by the evening’s effect on him and Merlins effect on him he leaned down and fit their lips together. Arthur sank into the kiss, feeling Merlin do the same as they kept swaying around their living room. Eventually they broke the kiss and continued to walk towards their bed as they continued onto their bed never breaking their hold.

Later they would talk about their relationship and Arthur would ask for Merlin to make this their home. They would tell their friends and deal with Gwaine’s sending them a cake with the words “congrats on getting your heads out of your asses”. They would deal with that after they had spent their first night together as a couple and then made breakfast in their underwear trading soft kisses as they danced around the kitchen.

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Shattered Lived Ch 13 Pt 1

It was cliche but she loved watching him sleep. That massive frame relaxed and at peace, the slow rise and fall of his chest, the long arm that was always secured around her keeping her to him like she was his tether to the real world.

He rolled, gently pinned her beneath him, smothering her he kissed her sleepily. Her chuckle made him smile.

“You’re thinking is very loud love.” Her heart melted at his deep toned groggy mumble. He rested his head on her pillow and those eyes of heartbreaking blue opened and focused on her.

“Sorry.” She whispered and kissed him on the brow.

“What were you thinking?” He asked and lazily stroked a hand over her body, sending pleasurable shivers across her skin.

“Nothing really just admiring the view.” She murmured and let her fingers caress the scruff at his cheek and jaw, her eyes roaming his face.

“What is it love?” He asked, a slight smile tugging at his lips.

“Sometimes this doesn’t feel real, like you’ll disappear. I know it silly but....” He kissed her tenderly cutting off her sentence and train of thought.

“I’m right here and I’m not going anywhere you can’t come with me.” He said softly and kissed her, his hand slowly disappearing into her hair as he deepened it. He knew where her mind was heading, that constant fear that one day she’d get the call and he’d be gone too.

The feel of her under him and those lips against hers was enough to have him harden. Those curves, that touch, it drove him fucking crazy. He really didn’t have any control over what she made him feel, or how deeply she made him feel it.

“It’s not silly.” He murmured. “But it’s very real love.” His eyes locked onto hers, finger trailed along her jaw, down her neck. “You’re beautiful.” He whispered.

“Only to you.” She sighed as his fingers dragged down her side and took the sheets with it.

His hand hooked her behind the knee and resting it over his hip he gently slipped inside her. Her soft sigh only making him harder. He kept his thrust slow, the gentle pull and push torturous for both of them.

“I’ve missed the feel of you around me.” He breathed kissing her. “Under me.”

He made love to her. The gentle touch, the softness of his kiss. The arousal he inflicted on her, bringing her to the edge. He watched her go over, that soft cry of his name, the way her eyes glazed over before fluttering shut as her body gave itself over to pleasure. Gave herself to him.

She loved the feel of him thrusting slowly, sensually. As her pussy continued to grip him she felt his body tense, those toned muscles rippling under her hands. She cupped his face in her hands and kissed him so his mind blanked.

“Give yourself to me.” She whispered and felt him thrust harder before he came, a soft groan into her mouth as he let the pleasure coarse through him.

He chuckled as he buried his face in her neck breathing her in.

“I’ve missed this.” He whispered. “Us.”

Her smile always undid him. He was about to kiss her again as Lily stirred. “Me too.”

“I’ll get her.” He murmured and kissed her gently.

“Good morning Lily bear.” He said softly as that little face popped up over the edge of the crib and smiled through the tears that had started to fall.

He kissed Sildie as Lily chattered to him with the occasional dad dad. Getting up, he slipped his sweats on and changed Lily, bringing her back to bed with him.

“Someone’s feeling better.” He cooed. “No fever.” He said kissing her brow, back to normal he thought.

“Thank god.” Sildie breathed out. Last thing she needed was a sick kid on top of everything else.

“What are your plans for today?” He asked Sildie as he snuggled his two best girls to him.

“I’ll get the boys to school and hopefully this one will go to daycare today without the need for throwing up everything and everywhere, then I can spend the day with you.” She smiled at Lily as she hugged Gustaf. “What about you?”

“I have my birthday lunch with my family today. Two of my brothers and Mum are at work tomorrow so we’re all getting together today.” He kissed Lily on her neck and cheek which caused her to giggle and laugh.

“You should come with me. Meet everyone.” He said quickly without really thinking and then mentally kicked himself at seeing her face fall. You fucking idiot, that wasn’t smart, not this week.

“I, I’m..” She was speechless.

“I can’t.” She choked and saw the flash of disappointment in his eyes. “I’m sorry, I want to meet them but just not this week.” She let her hand brush his cheek. “I can’t, I can’t answer those questions today. I’m sorry and I’ve let you down.”

He saw the grief, the stress, he hadn’t thought it through. There would be questions she wasn’t ready to be asked and he should have thought about that before asking her. His family knew he was dating her but they didn’t know the situation.

“It’s fine love, I shouldn’t have put that on your plate, especially this week. They just really want to meet you, meet the woman that’s made me so happy.” He kissed her tenderly and swore at himself. He should have just left it alone. “You haven’t let me down, I just didn’t think before I opened my big ass mouth.” His chuckle brought a slight smile to her lips.

“Have you told them?” She asked hesitantly. “About us, all of this?”

“About Quinn and Dana?” He asked and she nodded. “No. It’s not my place.” His fingers brushed her jaw. “I can if that’ll make it easier for you later on, but only if you want me to Sildie, it’s up to you.” He wouldn’t take the control from her even though he’d wanted to spill his guts to his family, he wouldn’t betray her like that. “All they know is I’m dating this really hot red head with four pretty awesome kids.”

“Can I think about it?” She asked smiling at his last comment. “I don’t know how I’ll handle that yet. Handling us and the kids and this week is enough.” She felt like shit for turning him down after everything he’d done for them, but she couldn’t handle anymore. She couldn’t handle the questions, the inevitable judgement. “I’m sorry.”

He hooked her under the chin with a long finger and waited for her to look at him. Then and only then did he kiss her.

“Don’t do that love, don’t.” He said sternly as he could see her already beating herself up over it. “It’s ok to tell me no.” He kissed her with that tenderness that floored her. “It’s ok to tell me you’re not ready.”

“I’m not saying no, just, no for right now. I just can’t.” He could hear the tears threatening, her own will in her voice for them not to fall. “It’s too much.”

“I understand love.” She wasn’t ready, none of them were yet not really. He’d jumped the gun, too much too soon. “We can talk about it later. Whatever you need.”

“I want to meet them, I really do. I just. I can’t go falling to pieces in front of them when they ask me stuff about the kids.” She wondered if Ana had said no to meeting his family and that possibility made her feel like shit too. “I do that enough with you.”

“Let’s talk some more after this week is done ok? It’s ok to shelve things.” It was a moment where he wished he could stuff those words back in his mouth and rethink before he opened it again.

“Mum Mum Mum dad dad. Sooch.” Lily said and Sildie giggled at the look on Gustaf’s face.

“Did she just say what I think...” Gustaf was in awe of the tiny child he was holding.

“Yep, pucker up love, sooch time.” She laughed but Gustaf beat her to it. He kissed her longingly, deeply, like needed it to draw his next breath.

“You need to get up and get the boys ready.” He said as her alarm went. “Tea?”

“Yeah please.” Sildie said as he let her go so she could climb out of bed.

“Dad dad sooch.” Lily squealed and with a chuckle he kissed the kid until she was laughing.

With the boys showered and dressed they sat down to breakfast. They were stoked to have Gustaf here and he was spoiling them with pancakes, regular ones. The morning was a little disjointed but it would take time for them to find a smooth routine.

The kids and Sildie stood at the door before they were about to leave, double checking they had everything.

“I’ll be here when you get back.” He murmured and slipped a hand under her sweater to find bare skin. “That’s not playing fair love.” His low tone as seductive as his hand.

“Gotta get you back somehow.” She grinned. “I’m a little sore after last night.” She whispered.

“Why didn’t you tell me earlier?” He asked and she saw the concern in his eyes.

“Because it’a a good sore, legs and arms mainly.” Her wink settled him.

Brendan gave him a huge hug before putting his bag on his shoulder. No words were uttered but Gustaf didn’t need them, the hug said it all. The twins hugged a thigh each and they were off to the elevator.

She heard the low growl as she bit her bottom lip as the elevator doors closed. That would get him ramped up for some alone time when she got back.

The kids departed easily considering the last few hours with Gustaf, they knew he’d be there tonight so the separation wasn’t as bad, even Lily went without fuss today which was a first.

“Please don’t let our shit get in the way.” She murmured to herself. She’d already done that though hadn’t she. “Already done that though have I with the whole meeting his family thing.” She blew a breath out. Damn that was going to be a stressful meeting. He had a large family and she knew there’d be questions about the kids, her life, their life. Would she ever be able to answer those?

“Fuck!” She slapped her hand on the steering wheel. “Don’t let that fuck things up.” She pleaded to the universe as she drove home. “I do want to meet them, I want them to be in the kids lives but I can’t deal with that today.” She sighed out. “Who am I kidding I can’t deal with ANY of this shit today, this week, any of it every fucking day.”

She thought about how his family would react to their brother, their son, dating a woman with four kids that weren’t hers. They must think she’s some whore or gold digger.

“And that’s not fair.’ She berated herself and shook her head. “That’s not fair on them or me, I don’t even know them and Gustaf’s not like that.” But she had to be ready to defend herself, the kids, the situation, their relationship. Then what if Gustaf saw the light and decided he was better off without her? “What if they fucking hate me? What then? Fuck Quinn what the hell am I doing?” She sighed. “Why did you have to fucking leave me here on my own?” Her choked sob ripped from her throat before she could stop it.

She walked through the door a while later to slow jazz playing, the curtains closed, and the smell of a fresh pot of tea. She kicked off her shoes, hung up her coat and leaned on the door just taking it all in. The soft blue glow from the sun through the curtains, it was bright but soothing. The two cups nestled together with the pot to keep them warm. Her favorite jazz playlist, the man knew how to set the mood. Could he be anymore perfect she wondered.

He came out of the bedroom in sweats and no shirt, that bare chest open for her to touch. Apparently he could, she thought. That smile said it all, I’m here for you, I love you, even though the words were far away from those lips right now. Neither of them ready to utter them for the fear of rejection, the fear of hurting the other.

“You’ve been crying.” He said gently as his arm scooped her around the waist, his hand took hers in his, and he started to slow dance with her, tucked in cheek to cheek.

“I’ll be fine. Just my usual morning conversation with Quinn in the car.” She laughed it off but he heard the grief under it. She was trying so hard to shelve it, to keep it out of their day. She wouldn’t tell him she’d sat in the garage and sobbed for twenty minutes just to get it out and compose herself.

“And what do you two talk about?” He asked kissing her temple softly.

“You mainly.” She muttered as her hand at his back caressed his skin, soothing herself more than him.

“So that’s why my ears have this burning sensation every weekday morning.” He looked at her and saw the smile, it was slight but it was there.

She rested her head against his chest and shoulder, letting his arms curl around her holding her close. It was soothing to dance with him, arousing too with that killer body next to hers. Her hand wandered over his skin, feeling, remembering.

“I’m sorry about today.” She murmured. “I just can’t answer those questions.” She still felt awful for turning him down. She knew how close he was to his family’s what they meant to him.

“Enough now love. We’ll make it work.” His tone was low and soft as he held her and swayed. “There’ll be other days.”

But what if there’s not she thought, what if their days are cut short like Quinn and Dana’s. She’d never get a chance to meet them and they mattered to him, she mattered to him or he wouldn’t have asked her to meet them. And now you’re being stupid she said to herself. Just ridiculous.

“Stop it.” He said sternly. “I can hear the internal argument you’re having with yourself. Stop it now, let it go. It’s ok.”

He had a knack of reading her emotions a little too well she thought irritably. She’d relax soon enough he thought. Once she let her mind unwind. Dancing and music would take care of that, so would their closeness, touch healed in its own way.

This was what she needed, what he needed, the closeness, the connection. She was grieving but he knew there was something more about today that she hadn’t told him, he hoped she would.

He felt the tears as they fell onto his bare chest and held her closer. He gave her the silence to just be with him, cry, let it flow out. She would talk to him when she was ready, if she was ready. For now he’d just be the calm in her storm as promised.

He’d kept the music purposefully slow so he could soothe her. “This was one of Quinn’s favorites.” She mumbled into his chest, the tears still falling. “He played this for Dana when he proposed to her.”

“That’s a sweet memory.” He said drawing her closer if that was at all possible.

He kissed her head and breathed in her scent, that scent which soothed him more than he’d ever admit to anyone.

“Don’t shut me out love.” He said softly into her hair.

“I’m not.” She sniffed and let his hand go to wipe the tears away. “I just don’t know where to start with any of it.”

“Start where ever and with whatever. There’s no right or wrong way.”

He let her have the quiet and had almost given up for the moment when it just started to tumble out of her.

“I was in England when their housekeeper called me. The kids were at school and she’d had the police at the door. Their car had been hit head on by an out of control truck. I dropped everything and jumped on a plane, mid trial, mid opening arguments, mid everything. The boys would come home from school to an empty house, with a housekeeper in tears. It was only when I walked through the door ten hours or so later that Brendan knew something was really, really wrong.” She stopped dancing and just held onto him, she felt so lost, her ship adrift in the stormy sea.

He kissed her, held her, and listened. Taking a deep breath and blowing it out she continued.

“It was after I’d been to the hospital, saw them both as they fought to live that I made my way to their house. I had to tell the kids what had happened, to break it to them that their parents would never be coming home.” Her voice was a choked sob. “I had to break their hearts.” The sobs tore out of her now, those soul destroying cries that sliced him deeply. “I destroyed them, their lives, everything.”

It was times like this he hated feeling things so much but in the same breath was thankful he could. He could never understand her pain but he felt it all the same. He didn’t realize until now that she’d had to tell the boys, that she’d taken on so much in those first few hours. No one to comfort her, help her, support her. She’d been completely alone, but not this time around he thought.

“Let it out love. Hold on to me, I’ve got you.” He murmured gently as he held her while she crumbled. Curled into his arms those endless sobs clawed their way out of her.

“I’ll never forget their faces, it broke them. That look of disbelief as their world crashed down around them.” She said as the sobs subsided to silent tears. “I’ll never forget their faces, their cries.” She took a shuddered breath before it flowed out of her again.

“We all went to the hospital that afternoon, the twins sat waiting for news on Dana, I sat waiting for news on Quinn, Brendan went back and forth between the two. He wasn’t sure what to do, whether to take care of his brothers or fall apart himself. Eventually I got him to sit and wait for news from Quinn.” Calmer he let her out of his grip long enough to grab tissues and then pulled her close. “He had to grow up so fast.” She sniffed as his hand rubbed her back in slow even strokes.

“The boys were asleep in the waiting room when they came to tell me about Lily. What they’d have to do to save her. The news that neither Quinn or Dana were responding to treatment, and that the machines were the only thing keeping them alive was the final blow. The kids were a mess, I wasn’t much better. The doctor explained what it meant so I didn’t have to. The hope that we’d held onto that they would be ok was lost, snatched away.” He stroked his fingers through her hair and kissed her tenderly.

“I’m sorry this is all really depressing.” She laughed, it was a tight grief filled laugh.

“Don’t do that, don’t close it off now.” He whispered gently and kissed her again. “Come sit down and have tea, it’s steeped enough.” He murmured and danced her slowly over to the table. “Tell it all to me love.”

He kissed her, letting the love and tenderness pour from his heart into hers with the unmistakable message of heal her. His knuckles brushed her cheek as the other hand gently removed the clip from her hair.

“Tell me what you need love.” He said not quite ready to let her go.

“You.” She rested her head against him. “Just you. This.” Her voice was more relaxed now but he held her a little longer to steady himself. It was tearing him apart too.

He sat and pulled her into his lap. She half sat, half fell into him, the energy to keep herself upright suddenly gone. She was content to have him decide how she should sit. She kissed his lips with such sweetness his heart almost stopped, the silent thank you before she went on.

“The boys and I sat with them, the twins slept with Dana that night, cuddled against her. Brendan was in with Quinn. I was up pacing and talking with lawyers and doctors and everyone else that needed my attention.” She poured the tea even though her hands were shaky.

She didn’t care if he saw it, and he understood the need to keep busy. “Keeping busy kept me together. I guess that’s why I have a difficult time relaxing now. If I kept busy I didn’t have to think about it. Didn’t have to deal with it.” She sipped her tea and he saw her relax as his hands stroked long calming strokes along her spine. “All I could think of was I’d never see him smile again, never look into his eyes and have that twin conversation. He was my brother, my best friend, and the only family I had left.”

He toyed with her hair giving her time.

“I felt like part of me was missing even before he died. It was like our connection had brutally been severed and there was only silence. So quiet it screamed at me.”

“The twin thing?” He asked gently and she nodded.

“It’s like having a phone to someone open all the time I guess. It’s difficult to explain.” She stared into space.

“You felt it happen didn’t you?” He brushed his fingers through her hair and saw the slight nod. “You felt him leave.” He’d heard the stories of twins feeling each other’s emotions, their pain.

“I felt a sharp pain in my heart and then nothing. I thought it was just stress and maybe a prelude to a heart attack but nothing happened after it so I brushed it off. The case was a doozy so stress was the obvious cause, at least that’s what I initially put it down to. It was only after the housekeeper called that I noticed our twin link was silent, eerily so. But not just silent it was gone.” Her voice was so quiet he had to strain his ears to hear her.

“I’m sorry love.” He murmured as the eerily silent tears streaked her cheeks. He couldn’t imagine the grief from losing a sibling as he still had his, let alone a sibling you shared a womb with.

“We had to talk about turning the machines off.” She choked out quickly as if the words were clawing at her throat on the way out clearly not wanting to be voiced. “Fuck I never want to have to do that again, decide when someone dies.” She put her tea down with a trembling hand and leaned her head on his chest, the sobs came hard and fast this time, bubbling up and consuming her completely. “I never want to make those decisions again.”

He held her tight, it was all he could do while she purged it. This had been bottled up for a year and had eaten away at her.

“I told them I wanted Lily’s birthday to be separate from their deaths, it was the least I could do for her future if she lived.” She sniffed. “She was so tiny.” Her voice was fragile now and it pulled at his heart seeing her so distraught. “The boys watched her from the NICU window and it hit them hard too. I think they realized then it was actually happening and not just some crazy prank or dream they’d wake up from.”

“Once they got Dana stable enough again I had the staff put her in the same room as Quinn. I knew what had to happen next and I wasn’t going to have them die alone in separate rooms. The doctor was really good, he understood. He actually fought with the hospital about it.” She sipped her tea and stared into nothing. “I never did get to thank him for that.” She said wistfully.

His kiss brought her back to the present. “You just went there in your mind didn’t you?” He asked softly, the first words he’d spoken in close to an hour.

She nodded as the tears that had stopped briefly streaked her cheeks again. “The boys curled up with them and I let them have their final night with their parents, while I stood watch outside the room.” Her stare was vacant as she spoke, the grief too painful to even acknowledge she was speaking. She just wanted to get it out. Once it was out it would be done. “I was trying to find the courage to let them go, to turn off the only thing keeping them here. I almost chickened out. I had enduring power of attorney and could have kept them alive. I could have gone against their wishes written into their living will.”

“No you couldn’t.” He kissed her tenderly. “It’s not in you to disrespect someone like that even if it’s your twin brother.”

“But I wanted to, I knew what was being asked of me and I wanted to be selfish and stop time so I didn’t have to be the one to let them go.” She reached for another tissue and blew her nose.

Her eyes were red, face blotchy, but he was relieved she was finally comfortable enough to let this out. Healing would come later, this was at least a start.

“Dana was fading faster than Quinn after they delivered Lily. I think she realized she didn’t have to stay here any longer to keep Lily alive. At least that’s what the doctor had said. So at 4am I had to wake the kids to say goodbye.” She paused and stared into nothing. “Brendan interlocked Quinn’s hand with Dana’s...” She breathed and blinked. “Why did I not remember that until now? He’d interlocked their fingers so they were holding hands. Brendan held onto them both while Liam curled up with Quinn, Finn with Dana.”

“And where were you?” He asked gently knowing full well where she was and what she’d had to do.

“I had to turn off the machines.” She sobbed. “I had to let them go, but I didn’t want to.” He held her like a wounded child now. “I didn’t want to.”

“I know love. I know.” He also knew that this was what killed her on the inside. The decision that only she could make, the one to end their lives to give them peace.

“I killed them.” She choked, that keening sob tearing out of her and slicing him to pieces.

“No, you gave them peace love. You give their kids love and a good stable home. They could go knowing you’d take care of their children.” He said softly.

“But I killed them.” Her whisper tore chunks out of him.

He firmly took her head in his large hands and gently forced her to look at him. Those eyes found his eventually, complete misery looked back, she was hurting and so lost.

“You gave them peace love.” His kiss tender. “You gave them peace. You did all you could for them, and now you give their children peace, with a home, and love. Logically you know it was the only thing to do, the grief and the guilt tell you otherwise.” He kissed her again and then touched his lips to her forehead.

“You didn’t kill them love, they were already gone.” He bundled her close and held her while the new wave of sobs consumed her. “You gave them peace.” He’d keep telling her that until his last breath. This wound was deeper than the others and would take more than a day of purging to heal.

He held her as the guilt and shame tore from her in sobs that destroyed him. They shredded his soul. This was what love did to you he thought. It chewed you up and spat you out.

“I’m sorry.” She said after a while. “I sort of wrecked your morning.”

The tears had slowed as she started to surface. He only hoped that this had soothed part of her soul and not damaged it further. She’d be a wreck for the rest of the day but it would start the healing process for her.

“Never be sorry for feeling comfortable enough to talk to me love.” He murmured as she turned in his lap to straddle him.

He grabbed the tissue box and held it for her as she cleaned herself up, the mountain of spent two ply tissues on the table. She looked at those pools of ocean blue and found calm looking back. How in the world was he able to do that she wondered. Be so calm when she was literally falling apart in his arms.

She kissed him sweetly. Fuck she was wrecked and probably didn’t look much better.

“And you didn’t fuck up my morning.” He smiled. “You’re here, I’m here, we’ve got good jazz, good tea, and I get to kiss you.” He kissed her tenderly, that deep love seeping it’s way into her, calming the ragged edges on her grief. “Can I ask you something?”

She nodded and drank the remainder of her tea even though it was stone cold.

“Who named Lily?” His fingers toyed with her unbound hair as he watched her closely.

“The boys.” She shrugged and his eyebrow shot up, he hadn’t expected that as an answer.

“I asked them what we should name her, they thought about it and came up with Lily. It was Dana’s favorite flower, she loved them.” He smiled at her words. “So we named her Lily Dana O’Rourke.”

“You’re incredible.” He breathed and kissed her with that tenderness and love he only had for her. “And sweet.” He kissed her again and saw the puzzled look on her face.

“You could have named her, taken that role on yourself, but you didn’t. You gave that to the boys which only made their bond with their sister, and you, stronger. They love you Sildie, sure it’s been a little rocky, they’re adjusting, you’re adjusting, but they love you. Don’t forget that. And don’t ever stop being the incredible person you are.” His soft words tugged at her heart, warmed her. Maybe she had done the right thing she wondered. If that were true why did it hurt so fucking much?

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The Great Tracy Cook Off

I’ve seen a number of posts floating around about the Tracys doing their own version of a cooking show (no idea how old these posts are). Coincidentally, my own mega fic is currently exploring this very scenario.

P.S. Mega fic is now sentient and actively evading capture. This is chapter 46 of 55, though it can stand on its own fairly well. The only piece of contextual information required is the pup named Celery. She’s an ex-stray who Gordon rescues in chapter 27. She makes regular appearances.

-x-

Gordon wrung his hands nervously as the holo-table beeped, signifying an outgoing call.

He was confident that his plan was a good one. He had the backing of Scott, Grandma and Celery.

What could possibly go wrong?

“Gordon!” a well-spoken voice danced around the room, closely followed by Lady Penelope’s holographic form flickering to life, “To what do I owe the pleasure?”

The aquanaut smiled with confidence he didn’t have, “Hey, Lady P! Sorry for ringing so late, but I have a proposal for you. And Parker and Sherbert, of course.”

Lady Penelope’s eyes widened in curiosity, “A proposal you say? Please, do elaborate. I’m all ears.”

The den was silent for a minute as Gordon’s mind suddenly went blank. He vaguely remembered John once complaining about something similar; a completely rational train of thought disappearing with zero warning, leaving behind nothing but the sound of chirping crickets.

Alan had taken the liberty of dubbing the aforementioned phenomenon a ‘brain fart’. John hadn’t been impressed.

Stood before the woman he harboured a not-so-secret crush on, Gordon felt his own brain fall victim to a fart of epic proportions. Had it occurred outside the confines of his head, everything on the island would have perished instantly (including Virgil’s potted plants).

Celery sneezing jolted the aquanaut back to the matter at hand.

“Uh, I was wondering if you, Parker and Sherbert would like to come over for dinner tomorrow evening. Are you busy?” Gordon asked, dragging one of his sweaty palms along Celery’s head.

“Tomorrow evening, you say?” Penelope repeated, her eyes narrowing in concentration as she twisted to look at something over her shoulder, “Parker? When is the Duke of Norfolk’s garden party? Next Tuesday? Oh, wonderful. Yes Gordon, the diary is empty for tomorrow evening. What time shall we aim to arrive? And do you need us to bring anything? A bottle of wine, perhaps?”

Gordon cringed as drunken memories from the previous Christmas and Scott’s birthday jostled for dominance inside his head, “Uh, no thanks, that’s fine. Just bring yourselves. As for time, does seven o’clock suit?”

“F.A.B,” Penelope chirped, “In that case, we’ll see you tomorrow!”

Gordon was about to reply, but was interrupted by the raspy voice of his grandmother echoing around the den.

“Gordon? Is this pile of underpants next to the dryer yours? I’m about to put a wash on and can’t remember which detergent you like best!” the Tracy matriarch bellowed.

Penelope quirked a playful brow as Gordon flushed scarlet. Of all the times his grandmother could have chosen to take an interest in his underwear…

“I’m kind of busy, Grandma!” Gordon barked, his tone a stark contrast to the pleasant smile he had plastered across his face.

“I remember you mentioned something about a rash?” Sally bulldozed on, oblivious to the distress she was causing her fourth grandson, “I think you might be sensitive to the detergent we’ve all been using. I’m going to try washing your underpants in the same stuff I use for John’s allergies. That should hopefully stop any more nasty rashes from interfering with your missions.”

Gordon felt part of his soul leave his body as Penelope let out an involuntary snort of laughter.

“I think we need to take you for another eye test, Grandma!” Gordon retaliated, his desperation evident, “You must be confusing my stuff with Alans. I never mentioned anything about a rash!”

“Are you sure?” Sally screeched, her voice like nails on a chalkboard, “I remember you complaining the last time you took your wetsuit off. And this pile of undies is definitely yours. I can see your favourite pair of pineapple boxers on top!”

“Nope, your glasses must be broken!” Gordon didn’t think he’d ever felt more embarrassed in his life, “Go and fetch your contacts and tell Alan to do his own laundry! Crazy old woman!”

The silence that followed was heavy, and it took all of the aquanaut’s willpower to suppress the groan of humiliation that suddenly hovered at the back of his throat. In the space of just sixty seconds he’d managed to tarnish his image in front of two of the most important women in his life.

Penelope would never take him seriously again, and Grandma would no doubt flay him alive for calling her ‘crazy’ as soon as she got her hands on him.

“Gotta go Lady P, see you tomorrow,” Gordon gabbled, terminating the comm link before he could faint from embarrassment.

Okay, that was one down (three if he included Parker and Sherbert). Now he just had to convince Kayo…

…which he’d worry about after apologising to his grandmother and pleading with her to follow through with her sensitive detergent suggestion.

Mothers (or grandmothers) always knew best.

-x-

Twenty hours later, Gordon was very much regretting his decision to give the whole cooking malarkey ‘a stab’.

Oh, something was going to get stabbed alright.

Right now, it was most certainly what little remained of his dignity.

“Put the chicken on the stove,” Gordon quoted from the recipe sheet Scott had given him, “Okay, sounds simple enough.”

Stepping over Celery’s sleeping form, the aquanaut fished a packet of chicken out of the fridge before placing it on one of the hob rings, packaging and all, “There, the chicken is on the stove. Now how do I turn this stupid thing on…”

The Tracy residence was equipped with a state of the art kitchen that boasted just about every appliance known to man. The stove in particular was a feat of engineering brilliance; motion sensitive temperature controls, voice recognition and an automated shut off feature to name a few. The latter came in particularly handy when an emergency call came through in the middle of breakfast/lunch/dinner.

Long gone were the days of Scott having to abort Thunderbird One’s launch sequence because he’d ‘left the oven on’.

Unfortunately, it was all wasted on Gordon.

“Let’s crank this thing right up,” the aquanaut muttered, turning the heat up to maximum as he ferreted in one of the cupboards for a saucepan. After locating one that looked suitably sized and dumping the chicken into it, he turned his attention back to Scott’s ingredient list, “Okay, now where does Grandma keep the pasta…”

Celery raised her head in curiosity as her master set about opening and closing every single cupboard the kitchen had to offer.

“We must be out,” Gordon mused, biting his lip in worry, “Never mind, I’ll use noodles instead.”

Oblivious to the rapidly charring chicken atop the stove, the aquanaut trotted off towards the larder to retrieve a packet of instant noodles, pausing en route to grab a Celery Crunch Bar, “Okay, so that’s the chicken and the pasta taken care of. What else do I need…hmm, cream and parmesan. Shouldn’t be a problem.”

Both items were acquired without difficulty, although it was with a smidgen of regret that Gordon realised he’d have to limit his sauce intake. Scott had been kind and made his portion of alfredo pasta with dairy free cream the night before, and parmesan was naturally low in lactose apparently. Gordon had no idea if there was even any dairy free cream left, but at the rate the chicken was burning, he knew he wouldn’t have time to find out.

The stove was hastily turned down, its contents smoking like the Australian wildfires Scott and Virgil worked every year to help extinguish. Thankfully, the chicken was saved just short of going nuclear, although the smoke detector didn’t seem to agree.

“Deactivate!” Gordon yelled, huffing in irritation as silence descended over the house once more, “Okay, nearly there. What do the instructions say to do next...”

The sauce recipe that Scott had given him was blessedly simple to follow, however possessed one fatal flaw, much to the aquanaut’s horror.

He hadn’t written down ingredient quantities.

Gordon was so past caring. Between the burnt chicken, noodle substitution and lack of dairy free cream, his hopes of redeeming himself were sinking through the floor. He was just amazed he hadn’t set anything on fire.

“What do you think, girl?” Gordon asked, peering down at Celery who was banging her tail against the fridge door in excitement, “Should we use the whole carton of cream, or just half?”

Woof.

“You’re right,” Gordon announced, dumping the whole carton over the top of the cremated chicken before reaching for the parmesan, “More is always better. I think I’ll add the cheese gradually though; don’t want it to be too salty.”

Woof, woof.

“Of course!” the aquanaut slapped a palm to his forehead and dove for the pepper mill, “Gotta have seasoning”

Woof, woof, woof.

-x-

John had never been fond of surprises.

Mainly because he associated them with heart attacks.

Scott putting a stump-toed gecko in his bed, Virgil accidentally lighting a firework in his room and Alan’s birth had all fallen under the ‘surprise’ umbrella.

None of them had been welcome.

“Are you serious?” John shook his head so fast his brain almost rattled out of place, “Why on earth does Gordon want to put himself through all the stress of playing hostess for the evening?”

Scott sighed as he handed the redhead a mug of tea, “No idea. Said he wants a chance to prove that he can take things seriously. I think it’s probably best to let him get it out of his system. Plus, he’s volunteered to try cooking. He’s a grown man, it’s about time he learnt how to make something other than toast and pancakes.”

John hissed as memories of Gordon’s last unsupervised kitchen stint flashed through his head, “I’m not touching whatever he ends up making. He’ll probably end up using ingredients I’m allergic to anyway.”

“Why don’t you write a list of all your allergies and pin it to the fridge?” Scott suggested, “It’ll certainly take a lot of the guesswork out of cooking for me.”

John grunted in approval, “That’s actually not a bad idea.”

Scott beamed and raised his mug, “The only kind I have.”

Forty minutes later…

“Seriously?” Scott gaped as his eyes scanned the two pieces of A4 paper John had stuck to the fridge, “You’re allergic to glitter? And shoe polish?”

John gave a sniff of defiance, “Kindly tell Gordon to not use either in his cooking.”

Scott cringed, “Might be too late.”

-x-

Gordon had always taken pride in his appearance.

Sure, he wasn’t as much of a peacock as Scott or Virgil and had been known to go weeks between sock changes, but he was still aware of his Tracy genes.

“What do you think?” the aquanaut asked as he paraded down the staircase, his usually coiffed hair slicked back against his head.

From the safety of the den, Alan snorted, “You look like a roll-on deodorant.”

Gordon gave a disgruntled harrumph before swanning off to check on the status of his culinary masterpiece.

“Chef’s privilege,” the aquanaut snickered, dipping a spoon into the alfredo sauce and licking it clean, “Not bad…could probably do with a bit more salt though.”

In went the salt.

“Better…but it’s still lacking depth.”

In went the parmesan.

“Oh yes, now that’s good. A little more black pepper and we’ll be good to serve.”

In went the black pepper.

“Hmm, I wonder if some of my canned cheese will make it a bit thicker…”

In went the canned cheese.

“Maybe just a dash more salt…”

In went the salt.

“Oh, that’s incredible! One more quick taste won’t hurt…”

In went the spoon.

“Man, that’s even better than the stuff Scott makes!”

In went the spoon again.

And again.

And again…

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